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saetoru · 7 months

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ speak of the devil

synopsis. satoru and his father don’t quite get along—you don’t think it would help that case if his father walked in on you fucking on his desk right now, but satoru doesn’t seem to care at all

FIVE PLACES RB! GOJO SHOULDN’T FUCK YOU SERIES

length. 3.4k words (why did it take all day sobs)

contents. fem! reader, minors do not interact, college au, rich boy! gojo, as always it’s shameless satoru, you sit on satoru’s lap, brief fingering, dry humping, desk sex <3, clothed sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, perfect girl)

notes. to everyone who kept asking when i was gonna update this series: here it is. now don’t ask again <3

the one time you decide to surprise satoru with a visit is the one time he’s nowhere to be found—it takes you ten minutes and the help of two maids to finally find satoru in his house. as it turns out, he’s in his father’s office—the only room you’ve never been in yet.

“hey,” you murmur, “been looking for you everywhere. way to ruin my surprise.”

“baby!” he grins, perking up from his spot at the chair, setting the pen in his hand down. “you came all the way here to surprise me? you must love me so much. and think i’m hot too, right? and funny? and smart? and—”

“i’m leaving,” you tease, rolling your eyes. and then you notice the papers in front of him, peeking over his shoulder as you read over them. you understand nothing. “what’s this?”

“paperwork,” he grumbles, “old man says i have to start being more responsible for stuff if i’m gonna take over someday. what a geezer.”

you snort—satoru never runs out of insults for his father. normally, you wouldn’t encourage his comments, but….well, his father deserves them. quite a bit, in fact.

“my poor businessman,” you say sympathetically, smoothing back hair from his forehead as you cup his face. he pouts, leaning into your touch as you rub over the swell of his cheek with your thumb. “you deserve a break.”

“i know,” he whines, “i’ve been doing these for like an hour. i could’ve been playing video games with suguru. or fucking you.”

“satoru!” you gasp, pressing a hand over his lips as you eye the door and listen for any signs of anyone nearby. you turn to him and hiss, “you have too many people wandering your house for you to say that so loud.”

“not like they’ve never heard us before,” he shrugs.

well, that’s satoru for you—as shameless as ever. not only has he probably traumatized the poor maids with his insatiable horniness, but he’s not even got the tact to at least seem embarrassed. not even slightly ashamed. you scoff, shaking your head as he grins up at you cheekily.

“you’re a real case, you know that?” you say in disbelief, “i think the only surface you haven’t fucked me on is your parent’s bed. and that’s only because you love your mom enough not to do that.”

“if it was just the old man’s, i’d have fucked you on that too,” he snickers. and then he hums thoughtfully, “actually, i think i have fucked you everywhere. it’s like a bucket list.”

“satoru, you’re sick in the head.”

“the showers, the guest rooms, the kitchen, the living room, the movie room, my room, of course—oh, the game room too. and we can’t forget the backyard and the pool either. i think we got it all—wait.”

he sounds serious. you look at him with furrowed brows as you tilt your head. “what?”

“we didn’t get this room.”

oh god. he’s absolutely ridiculous—and not only that but a complete idiot, too. not only do satoru and his father not get along, but his father couldn’t disapprove of you any more than he already does. the last thing you both need is for him to walk in on his son fucking the girl he probably wants to hire a hitman to assassinate.

“oh my god,” you say exasperatedly, “toru, have you not one ounce of shame? you can’t possibly think—”

“why didn’t i think of this sooner?” he wonders out loud—and oh no. satoru has that look in his eyes, the one that’s locked in on something he wants. the spoiled side of him isn’t going to let this go. the weak part of you is probably going to have a hard time fighting him.

the unwise part of both of you will probably get you both into a whole lot of trouble.

“because it’s a bad idea. you’re a smart guy, toru,” you try to butter him up—it doesn’t seem to do much, though. “the smartest. so, so genius and intelligent, so you know this is a terrible idea, so let’s just drop it—”

“i should’ve done this way sooner,” he chuckles, looking at you in awe, “bend you right over this desk and fuck you over that fossil’s papers.”

his words are so shameless and so, so wrong. but for some odd reason, your clit aches a little at that.

“no, absolutely not—”

“can you imagine? he’s signing papers right where i had you drooling for me? he’d be so mad if he knew,” satoru cackles.

god—this should not be as appealing as it sounds. you try to throw on your best stern look, but satoru is as smart as he is sly. he can see the way you shift on your feet as he smirks up at you, and he’s already got that determined look in his eye that you know well enough.

it’s the same look he has when he decides he’s hungry—for you, that is. the same look that paints his face as he eyes you like you’re his next meal. the same look that tells you he wants you—and he’ll stop at nothing to have you.

and….well, you’ve never been good at saying no to satoru. it’s your fatal flaw.

“satoru, we should definitely not be doing any of that in here, and we definitely should not be risking making your dad—who hates that we’re dating, by the way—any more angry with us than he already is—”

“sweetheart,” he chuckles, pulling you by the wrist to fall onto his lap, “you worry too much, y’know that? i should fix that. fuck you dumb over this desk so you don’t overthink in that pretty little head you have.”

you glare at him, but he’s already got you straddling his hips, arms looped around your waist as he kisses your jaw with a hum. he’s already hard from what you can feel—the bulge pressing against your heat is hard to miss.

“satoru—”

“save the part where you say my name for later. i haven’t even done anything yet,” he winks—and then he’s kissing you. he’s clever, you think, because kissing you is the fastest way to get you to melt against him, arms wrapping around his neck as he pulls you closer.

so close, in fact, that you can feel his cock practically twitch in his pants as you shift on top of him, dragging your clothed cunt over his aching bulge.

“this is such a bad idea, toru,” you whisper in between kisses—but not one part of you fights his touch or even attempts to pull away. he hums, pressing wet kisses along your jaw as his hands dig into your hips, moving you to grind along his hardened length.

“yeah? you sure? let’s check, shall we?” he raises a brow, hand slipping past the waistband of your pants and brushing past your folds—wet. dripping and messy and needy, just how your pussy always seems to be when you’re with him. he grins in satisfaction and throws you that knowing look as he mumbles, “sorry, baby. this pretty little pussy of yours disagrees.”

“toru,” you gasp as he toys with your clit, rubbing slow enough circles that you whine and roll your hips, trying to get more. but satoru is a brat—always has been, right from the day he was born. he pulls his fingers away and looks at you smugly as he kisses your curled lips while you frown at him.

“want more, don’t ya?” he asks—he’s too cocky for his own good sometimes. too ridiculous and annoying and troublesome, but you’re aching to feel something, anything. preferably him, so you nod.

“just hurry up,” you huff. your hips push against him, dragging your cunt over his cock—it’s throbbing in his pants, confined under the fabric and needy for the tightness of your walls. you gasp when he rubs against your clit, and he groans, guiding your movements with a tight grip on your hips.

“fuck, sweetheart,” he rasps, “c-could cum jus’ like this. see what you do to me?”

“‘s not me,” you tilt your head as he nips at your neck, hand trailing to cup the back of his head and keep him in place as he nibbles at the skin and pecks along the marks he leaves, “this is all your fault.”

“all my fault, huh?” he chuckles, “you make it sound like this is a bad thing.”

his hips buck up, rolling against yours and building the friction up until your both panting messes, his lips against yours as you drink in each other’s moans—your clit rubs along his length with every stutter of your hips, and his tip leaks with more pre cum every time you press harder against his cock. it’s desperate—the way he chokes on your name and the way you cling around his neck. it feels good, and the way this is all so wrong only makes it feel better.

“‘m close, toru,” you mewl, whining as his hand slides under your shirt to massage your tit, his eyes trained on you as he hums.

“good,” he grins, eyes dark and glinting with a sick satisfaction you don’t think you’ve ever seen on him before, “cum for me, sweetheart. right here—right on this chair,” he says lowly.

so you do—head falling back with a sharp gasp and your nails digging into his shoulder as you come undone with a loud whine. the gojo estate is big—very big. you’re sure your voice isn’t carrying through even a fraction of the place, but still, you can’t help but clamp a hand over your mouth in case anyone is nearby.

satoru doesn’t like that, though—his hand rips yours off as he ruts his hips upwards faster, harder, pressing against you closer. “no, baby,” he chuckles, cutting himself off with a breathy moan when you press harder against his cock, “make sure you let me hear how good you feel. feels good, huh?”

“yes,” you whimper, “yes, feels so good—need more, toru. please,” you pout, looking up at him with lust-blown eyes.

“here?” he mocks, raising a brow, “you want me to fuck you right here? in my father’s office? where he does his work? right on his desk?”

“yes, here,” you sob, “right here—please. want you so bad. need it.”

“see?” he laughs, “now you’re getting it—not so much of a bad idea, is it?”

that’s the thing about satoru—he’s too used to hearing what he wants. being told what he likes to hear. getting what he asks for. you say no, and he’s determined to change it to a yes. but yes is never enough—it’s more. always more, more, more. it’s like all rich people, you suppose.

they just always want more.

there’s a small, reasonable voice in your head that tells you this is a bad idea. a disrespectful one, even. sure, satoru’s father has never been kind to you, let alone polite. he looks at you like you’re an eyesore, and he’s certainly said less than appropriate things about your upbringing. but that doesn’t mean you have to stoop to his level of low and do something equally as spiteful, if not more…but you’re only human. and satoru always just fucks you so well, and cumming around nothing just isn’t enough, and…well, you think it’s just karma.

the way the world works.

the way you and satoru work.

so you grin, huff out a little snort before pulling him into a kiss and reaching to free his hard, leaky cock from its confinements. he whines a little into your mouth as you smear the arousal coating his tip along his length, stroking down and squeezing at the base.

“okay,” you whisper against his lips, “fuck me toru. right here—right on his desk.”

that, evidently, is all it takes—one second you’re comfortably sitting on his legs, pants soaked with his bulge pressed against your core, and the next second you hear his hand swipe papers off the surface to fall to the floor as your back is pressed against the cool wood. he doesn’t even bother with your clothes, just tugs both of your pants down your thighs that it’s enough. satoru has always been impatient too—doesn’t like to wait for anything when he can take it when he wants.

you can feel him close, hovering over you. he’s warm—where his cock presses against your thigh, where his breath fans over your lips, where his hands grab your wrists and pin them over your head. he’s warm, and your head spins, and you need him filling you to the brim right now.

“anything you want, you get, sweetheart,” he murmurs, grinning sickeningly sweet, “can’t say no to my baby. what kind of boyfriend would i be?” you feel him bump his tip against your clit, making you gasp before he drags the head of his cock along your folds—they’re wet and slick from your arousal, coating his tip before he’s slowly pushing in. you gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck as he groans lowly. “can never get used to this,” he breathes, “never get used to this pussy. just takes me so well. fit in like i was made just to fuck you.”

“toru, t-toru—oh,” you squeal when he slides the rest of his length to fill you, buried to the hilt as your walls flutter around him. it’s nothing new, but it’s never something you’re prepared for all the same. how thick he is, how perfectly he hits that spot in the back of your walls, how full he makes you feel. it makes your legs wrap around his waist and pull him forward, closer, deeper. “more, toru—move, please.”

“nuh uh,” he drawls, kissing your cheeks, “first you gotta tell me how much you love me.”

“satoru,” you hiss in disbelief, “are you kidding—”

“c’mon, say it,” he giggles, “love you, toru. love how you fuck me so good everywhere in your house and make me feel like a princess. you’re the best boyfriend ever and i’ll die without your cock—”

“i love you toru,” you smile sweetly, “you know what i love more, though? when you’re too busy making pretty sounds for me instead of talking so much.”

that makes him shudder—makes him curse under his breath as your walls flutter impatiently around him. he’s aching—hot and swollen in your dripping cunt, balls heavy with cum that he needs to empty into your pussy because it was made to take him. every inch of him.

“you’re gonna be the death of me,” he breathes out shakily, “know that? gonna kill me one of these days.”

“good,” you hum before rolling your hips and making his breath hitch, “now move, baby. wanna feel you.”

he does—pulls his hips back so that he’s just almost pulled out completely before he slams back into you, pressing against your sweet spot with his tip in the way only satoru knows how. only he knows you this well, only he knows your body so well. he knows where to kiss and hold and touch to make your eyes flutter shut, and your mouth fall open, wanton moans falling past your lips without a care in the world who can hear.

“so tight, baby,” he whines, “god you’re so perfect—my perfect girl.”

“so full,” you gasp, clawing at his shoulders, pulling at his hair, pulling him closer and closer and closer until not even air can fill the space between you. “feel so good, toru—fuck.”

“look at you,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “‘s a shame you can’t see what i see. then you’d know why i can’t keep my hands off’a you—’s impossible.”

you can’t speak—all you can offer him as he’s bullying his thick girth into you is a pathetic whine as his veins drag along your walls, as his navel bumps along your clit and has your head thrown back against the table. there’s slick smeared along your inner thigh, the wet sound of his cock fucking into you ringing in your ears along with his deep groans as he pants harshly against your ear. you can feel his breath against your skin, can feel the goosebumps and the flutter of your walls every time he makes a pretty little sound for you as you squeeze around him.

“love you, toru,” you mewl—you can’t help but say it, can’t help but remind him when he pushes into you like he was always meant to fit right there, like he was always meant to feel you as you feel him too. and if his rotten, greedy, stuck-up father with a receding hairline can’t see that you love satoru, maybe you’ll just have to fuck him right where he can find you just to drill the image into his mind.

“love you too,” he says between moans, face digging into your neck as your hand cradles the back of his head, keeping him right there, keeping him close against you like he should never be anywhere else, “love my perfect, perfect girl. feel me? feel what you do to me?”

you nod between sharp gasps and soft cries of his name—he looks down at you in wonder, at the way your lips look when they murmur that sweet little cry of toru!, at the way your pussy sucks him in and hugs too tightly around him, at the way you look so good with the slight sheen of sweat on your face.

his hips roll, a little sloppy in rhythm now, but still just as hard and deep as before. he can sense it—the way you’re just about to fall apart on his cock, just like you always do. so he presses a thumb to your clit, rubbing harsh circles that make you cling to him tighter as you cry out another sweet string of toru, toru—more!

“you close, sweetheart? gonna cum for me? ‘m close—gonna fill you up. want that, don’t you?”

“yeah,” you breathe, kissing him with hot, open-mouthed kisses that he returns, “yeah i wan’ you to fill me up, toru—gonna cum. ‘m so close—f-fuck, so close, baby.”

you know he is too, the way his cock twitches and the way his hips are desperate in the way they roll into you tells you he’s just as close to falling apart as you are. you push your hips up to meet his thrusts, pushing him impossibly deeper into your cunt before you feel the coil snap as you cum—hard. your walls flutter around him, spasming and squeezing around him that his bottom lip is tugged between his teeth as he inhales sharply.

“f-fuck, baby—’m gonna…” he doesn’t get to finish before you feel his cock twitch and the first drop of cum fills you. it’s hot and thick, every rope he fucks into you, leaking past his tip and painting your walls white. you can feel the mess he makes—can feel the drops leak and smear along your inner thighs as he slams into you with choked whines of your name. “g-good—’s so good, you feel so good,” he says breathlessly, face digging deeper into the crook of your neck as his arms tremble over you.

the wood is hard against you, makes your back ache slightly—but it’s not nearly as bad as satoru is good. you can’t think of anything else but the way he fucks you both through your highs until your legs are begging to press shut from the oversensitivity.

it’s silent for a bit once you’ve finished—save for the harsh, labored panting as you both calm down and catch your breaths. satoru is still buried with his nose pressed against your neck, your hand rubbing over his back slowly.

“your maids must hate us,” you mumble, “and if your mother hears? we can never show her our faces again.”

“she’s probably dead to the world and watching her reality shows,” he snorts, “we’ll be fine.”

“well, we should clean up and leave before your dad—”

“oh look, speak of the devil. he’s just in time,” satoru snickers as he cuts you off, looking over at the window as an expensive car drives up to the house, “think we can get these papers organized before he comes up here? maybe we should just leave ‘em to make him mad.”

“you’re crazy,” you say in disbelief. and then— “i think we should leave them there. make them his problem.”

you think you’ve just watched satoru fall in love with you all over again at that.

i hate this fic but hopefully i come back one week later and reread it and think wow i ate w this. sometimes i do that. but if i don’t: if all of you donate one dollar to my family they can afford my funeral for when i drink bleach

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idyllic-affections · 1 year

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though the wind may carry everyone's woes, who carries the wind's?

summary. friends tend to show other friends the most vulnerable parts of themselves. trigger & content warnings. blood, hand injury, implied self-destructive behavior (not the reader). tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. reverse hurt/comfort. venti & reader. 1.4k words. they/them pronouns for reader. author's thoughts. i dont write about venti enough. hes my favorite ever. anyway of course i decide to write an angsty fic for him when i havent written about him in a while LMAOSHSKGJ also in this oneshot [name] is implied to be related to a major historical figure in mondstadt (like jean, diluc, & eula).

"Venti?"

It wasn't uncommon for a certain windborne bard to worm his way into their bed at night; after a lifetime of being cared for by him, nurtured by the winds themselves to be smart, independent, and strong, they felt it was only right to return the favor when he needed it. Some nights, he'd stumble into their residence drunk out of his mind—they didn't mind much. He was quite touchy and affectionate in such a state. It was cute. As an Archon, his hangovers were much more manageable than some of their other friends' (a certain Cavalry Captain was a nightmare to deal with when hungover), which was an added bonus. However, not all nights were so calm and easy. Some nights were more... difficult. Emotional.

To be so close to an Archon meant seeing them at their absolute worst.

In the Anemo Archon's case...

They tried to remove most mirrors in their home to prevent the very scenario they were now presented with. Still, at least one needed to stay, and that was the bathroom mirror. Perhaps it would have been a wise idea to cover it in some way; accomodating their home to suit the bard's emotional needs was something they'd do in a heartbeat. 'A simple bedsheet should do,' they mused fleetingly.

His mortal name garnered no response, so they tried again:

"Barbatos... please look at me," they whispered softly, hand held out invitingly so that, if he so desired, he could initiate or reject physical contact. Their gaze flickered between his bloodied knuckles to the pieces of shattered glass spread around to the crater in their wall where a mirror had once been in tact.

Certainly, the deity at their feet was much stronger than what people gave him credit for.

Even so, not a single spark of fear ignited in their chest; all they could wonder was how they'd explain the hole in their wall and the mirror shattered beyond repair when getting everything fixed or replaced. Never would they be afraid of someone so gentle. Venti—Barbatos, rather—was not the kind of Archon to bring harm and destruction upon anyone other than himself unless it was completely necessary. After having known him for so long, any fear that they may have felt when being presented with an emotional, heavily worshipped god was gone. He would never so much as think about hurting them. He'd only ever hurt himself, much to their despair. If there was ever any way for them to take away his pain, they'd do so in an instant. Barbatos deserved so much better than how the world treated him; that's what they thought, anyway. Perhaps they were biased.

With the side of their bare foot, they gingerly nudged some of the shards away, careful not to harm themselves.

Upon hearing a barely supressed sniffle, their chest tightened, flicking away the glass with more purpose once they saw the first tear fall.

Once they lowered themselves to the glass-free ground, the bard was quick to shift closer to them, laying his head on their shoulder. "I'm sor— sorry—" he cried between hiccups, nimble fingers clutching their silken nightshirt with suffocating strength. His knuckles throbbed, but he paid them no mind, nor did they to the fresh blood that dripped onto their clothes with the contact. "I didn't— didn't mean to—"

"Shh. It's okay. It's okay. It's just a mirror. I can replace it," they reassured in a hushed murmur, pressing their cheek to the top of his head and wrapping their arms around him. Fingers calloused from years of archery, hunting, and mandatory lyre lessons rubbed little soothing circles on whatever skin they could reach. "Let it out. I'm here. You're okay. Let it all out."

He sobbed harder into their chest at that. All they could do was gently hush him, subconsciously rocking back and forth as if to soothe a child, until he calmed down to coherency. There was no way to help if they couldn't understand him, after all.

(Despite that, they knew him well enough to know what troubled him so terribly. Over time, they learned that it was best to wait for him to talk rather than try to reassure him before they could tell what exactly he wanted them to do. Sometimes all he needed was a shoulder to cry on; sometimes he needed reassurance.)

A cool burst of wind caught their attention. After concluding that it wasn't the god's doing, they looked over their shoulder.

Oh.

There, in the doorway, a small cluster of wind wisps looked inward, chittering nervously at the sight of one of their own crying. They weren't unfamiliar with the little beings; more than once, they've woken up only to find the wisps snuggled in their hair and clothes with Venti laughing at them good-naturedly, telling them that they legally could not move until the wind wisps decided to first. They'd scoff, but abide by his rules anyway. As one would not dare to disturb a sleeping animal, they would not dare to disturb the sleeping winds.

Barbatos showed no objection to the way the wisps slowly drifted in, settling both on and around the Archon and his friend. He absently stroked a finger over one of the little ones, slowly calming down to a more grounded state. A comfortable silence descended, occupied only by occassional sniffles and chirps.

"Would he be mad at me?"

A million thoughts raced through their mind at the sudden question.

Would he? There was no easy answer to such a question, despite how deeply they wished there was. There was no way to know what a long-deceased person would think of the way a friend chose to honor him. If they were to make a guess... they imagined that the bard, the boy who once led the resistance against Decarabian alongside one of their ancestors, wouldn't hold it against Venti.

Shakily, they carded a hand through his dishevelled hair, mentally noting to tend to his wounded knuckles later. A trembling kiss was pressed to his forehead.

With all the strength they could manage, they tried to keep their voice from wavering.

"...I don't know. I didn't know him. I only know you, love." With their freehand, they ran their thumb soothingly over his cheekbone, eyes fixed in the direction of the ceiling. They'd cry if they were to see how wounded and defeated he looked; they knew themselves well enough to know that. "I'd... imagine not, though. He sounds like a very gentle soul at heart. I think he'd understand, Barbatos."

"...Maybe."

"You don't sound very convinced." A deep sigh left their nose as they kissed him again, only now on the crown of his head. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, darling. I'm sorry the world has treated you so poorly thus far. I— I wish I could help you, but I just... all I can offer you is a safe space. You're safe with me. There's nothing you could say or do that would make me angry with you. I know it must be so hard being immortal, but through the legacy of my bloodline, I am too. You can tell me anything. I like to think you'll always be safe with us, with me."

"...Perhaps so," Barbatos whispered in reply. "Your family was always very kind, to me and that bard and anyone else who needed a secure place to hide in a world of insecurity."

"So I've heard. I suppose it runs in the family."

"...Can we stay like this for a while?"

"Sure."

The silence returned once again. Rough fingertips drew random shapes and patterns on the Anemo Archon's skin. When his weight fell heavier on their chest, theiy dared to peer down.

"Barbatos?" They brushed some of his hair away from his face, heart shattering into a million pieces at the sight of remnants of tears on his reddened cheeks. His chest rose and fell with the newfound peace and solace that unconsciousness offered, and yet, he still managed to look so... sad.

A shaky breath left their quivering lips.

"Celestia above," they choked pathetically, squeezing the sleeping god close to their body in a way that was undoubtedly protective. The wind wisps stirred, some quickly rushing to their face and seeming to try and pat their tears dry. More tears fell down their cheeks at the inherent kindness the winds displayed. "Give him a break. Please, please... he doesn't deserve this. Why do you all hate him so much?"

The gods in Celestia gave no indication of a response.

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chaos-lioness · 8 months

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Happy Rosh Hashana guys have some marker experiments with my new favorite Jewish character of all time, Brian Jeeter. And Krejjh!!! ID below, lengthy design decision ramblings below that :)

[ID: A marker drawing of Krejjh and Jeeter from The Strange Case of the Starship Iris. Jeeter is a light-skinned human with short curly hair. Krejjh is an alien with four arms and mid-length hair in elaborate braids. They are lying on a mattress together with their arms and legs overlapping, partly covered by a blanket. Krejjh is face down and their limbs are spread out across most of the mattress. They are drawn in purple. Jeeter is face up and smiling slightly in his sleep, and drawn in blue. He has visible top surgery scars and oxygen tubing leads from under his nose to a machine beside the mattress. Also on the floor are two pager-like devices, a pile of notes and books, and a tablet showing two figures in elaborate hats. END ID]

Marker test number two has been marginally successful!! Still trying to figure out how best to get a degree of smoothness. My main regret with this is Krejjh’s sleeping position honestly. ‘Krejjh is exhausted flops face down and takes up the whole bed’ is, I maintain, a hilarious idea. But now we can’t see them smiling back at Jeeter! Their fancy braids are supposed to be a Dwarnian thing, I wanted to give them something appearance wise that could have cultural significance. I figured Dwarnians might have a variety of hair textures just like humans, so I wanted to go with something that works similarly for lots of different types of hair. I have them on a mattress to drive home the makeshift way they’re using the new ship (I intended this to be set mid season 2). The stuff on the floor is supposed to be coms, linguistics research, and everyone’s favorite Dwarnian soap. Also, big thanks to @high-voltage-rat for answering my hopefully spoiler free vague questions, this was a good drawing to have a resident Biomed Person for! Believe it or not a lot of work went into figuring out where Krejjh’s extra arms should go that would not have been possible without her anatomy textbooks and well-informed suggestions. (The muscles for the bottom arms are upside-down versions of the musculature in human shoulders (and Krejjhs’s top arms) if anyone was wondering. Also the bone structure is behind their digestive organs, so their stomach pokes out more than a human’s… which you could also see if I chose their sleeping position better. Alas.) Also for telling me enough that I could Google the right words to figure out an oxygen tank but Future but like the Right Amount of future. (The nose piece is name dropped so I left that pretty much unchanged, but rat said you’d usually need pressurization at night so the ‘tank’ is a little more flexible and technologically advanced than what we have right now in the real world. So it can act like a cpap and it squishes but you still gotta lug it around, keeping it nice and cannon aligned.) Finally, they’re so uh. Scantily covered because the ship is allegedly kept at 37 degrees… which for a while I thought was Celsius but maybe it’s Fahrenheit?? Anyway. 37 Celsius is really warm. So. It was the only logical way.

#starship iris #tscosi #tscotsi #the strange case of the starship iris #if you were wondering if I’m still wild about this show after the end of my little reblogging spree #the answer is yes #my stuff #brian jeeter #krejjh

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bomberqueen17 · 4 days

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sewing

So, being back in my own house for a bit, I've been trying to get my sewing area back together. (During the kitchen renovations I had to move things around in great haste and it's a horrible mess down there and I can't find so many of my things now argh.)

The thing I'm really excited about is that Cashmerette put out a pattern for a wireless bra. I can't wear underwires, and to those who insist I've just never had one that fit, well i've been fitted professionally in three different countries, the problem is that I have fucking enormous tits and underwires literally don't work for me, thanks! (Several times after bra fittings I have gone home empty-handed because the specialty bra boutique for special boobs had nothing in stock for my special boobs oops. Yes that always feels amazing, never fails, thanks, everyone loves finding out they're a total freak. Does wonders for the self-esteem. [My boobs are not that huge but my ribcage is freakishly small, as it happens, not that anyone was wondering, but that is what the problem is, and there just isn't room on my sternum for underwires, casings, and a central gore like underwired bras need to have. So the underwires have nowhere to go but my armpits, and that neither feels nor looks good, and in short, I've sworn off them forever because absolutely fuck those things.])

So anyway I have a bunch of supplies for that on order but am making myself do other sewing first, at least until the supplies arrive.

I managed to cut out two different dresses, and finished one, but the one I finished.... alas. So I've been subscribed to the Cashmerette Club for a while now (since it started) getting a pattern a month, and one of the dress patterns was for a kind of shirred-waist dress with a faux-button placket and all-in-one sleeves and bodice, and I made it and it is just as comfy as it sounds but I didn't like the look of it on me. But I thought it had potential. And then I saw an ad on Instagram for a dress that sort of vaguely resembled it, and I thought, oh, I could make that dress, which has a few style features that I thought would mitigate the accidental-schlubbiness of the Cashmerette club dress. So I adapted my pattern and last-minute changed to use some fabric I liked but wasn't sentimental about, and did my whole thing, and.

Well, of the changes I made, a couple worked, but the main one did not-- I wanted to make the waist an inverted V instead of straight, to give the bodice some more oomph. And it did not work in such a way that it's pretty well unsalvageable-- the inverted V just looks like my belly is so fat it's pushing it up, and then I altered the skirt panel to fit better but I got the angle wrong so it billows out in an awkwardly-dimensional shape, and in short I look like I'm about to go into labor. So the dress is really a total loss, I can't fix it without entirely recutting the bodice panel and I don't have enough fabric for that and also I would have to deconstruct the entire dress in order to replace the bodice and waistband.

So i have yet another unflattering-schlubby dress to kick around the house in I guess. Like I don't care that much about things being """"flattering"""" but this one is so oddly-shaped that it is distracting.

However I did come up with a cool way to have huge bell sleeves that i can roll up. Hear me out: Drawstring casing on top of the arm. In this bodice pattern with no shoulder seam, that means I encase the end of the drawstring in the neckline binding, right? And then the ribbon goes down the casing the whole length of the arm, and hangs out the end. And then when you want to push the sleeves up, you just pull on the ribbon, and tie it to the small length of ribbon you also enclosed in the neckline binding. Voila! Tiny bows on the shoulder, huge sleeves beautifully pushed up out of the way, and then when you're done doing work and want to protect your arms from the sun you just untie the bow! That did turn out pretty cool if I do say so myself.

But the other dress I"m working on is probably going to be just fine, it's one I already made and have not altered the pattern for appreciably so I have reasonable expectations of success. I'm using several yards of silk I tie-dyed around Christmastime (to exhaust the dye vat I'd used for some scarfs I made as gifts) and it's very lightweight so I added more width to the body panels to pleat down, and if it's too lightweight and floaty I'll put trim on the hem to weigh it down a little. It looks cool AF and one way or another I'll get something usable out of it.

And I also have a button-up collared shirt to do next, which I think will work well and has already been hacked by a few people to make dresses that I think would finally fulfill my dream of several years to have a sharp-looking shirt dress. And then i figure I'll sew bras until I get sick of trying.

You've come all this way so I'll find a photo. 1) here is the Failed Dress, a detail showing just how awfully I misjudged the shape of the front skirt panel:

[image description: a mirror shot of my lower torso showing a shirred waistband that looks like it's hiked up over a full belly, and the skirt attached to it is standing straight out for about an inch before falling in weird billowy pleats] Yeah that's fucked up, I don't even know what shape to make it be for it not to defy gravity like that. I promise I'm standing straight, I'm actually even sucking my belly in a little bit to try to make it lie better and no dice baby, that shit is So Shaped and nothing I do can apparently affect it.

But here's the dyed silk I'm working with and surely this will look okay?

[image description: a length of fabric dyed in a blocky kind of streaky deep blue lies on a cutting table with a couple of pattern pieces and a yardstick]

yah there's a color theme but it's fine since i won't be wearing them adjacent to one another lol

#about the author #sewing #cashmerette patterns

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koutarostiddies · 2 years

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What if...? PT 3

Nishinoya and you are best friends and never once questioned anything about your friendship, until a series of questions ended up turning your friendship on it’s head. This will be a multi part fic since it got a bit long. In case anyone is wondering when it's not reader addressing him, I think it's less confusing reading 'Noya' instead of 'Yuu' when the sentence has 'you' in it as well. So for consistency I will do the same for the other characters.

CW: some sex. Mentions of alcohol. Petname "baby" used.

This is one of the shorter parts. Pt 1, Pt 2

"What if we start dating?" There was no way you had heard that right and even if you did it was one of his little jokes. Maybe it was the mind blowing sex an hour prior that clouded his mind or maybe the alcohol you had started to drink ten minutes ago – albeit you were certain he didn’t even have a sip, but there was no way he was in the right mind. Instead of asking him if he was serious, or of really thinking about your response you simply said, “Ok, but promise this won’t affect our friendship if we break up.”

“Promise,” he held out his pinky and smiled when you hooked yours around his.

“Bout damn time,” Tanaka lifted his glass when you shared the news with your friends over drinks. “Thought I’d have to set you two up on a blind date with each other for you to get the hint.”

“Yeah, you guys were already doing everything but dating,” Sugawara laughed before taking a long swig of his beer.

“How the Hell do you guys know so damn much about our personal lives?” You pouted as you looked down your empty glass.

“You guys suck at hiding shit,” Tsukki cut in.

“To be fair, we purposely make out when you’re around just to piss you off.” But he was right, you never really tried hiding the fact that you were sleeping with each other. Suga was the first to find out when he stopped by your apartment unannounced and saw Noya walking out of your room naked. After that rather embarrassing moment, more so for Suga than Noya, you realized there was no point in hiding it. But as far as you were concerned it was just a friends with benefits arrangement, nothing more. Except to everyone else in the friend group it was definitely going to be something more.

Despite having known Noya since you were children you were still very much into routines. No matter how often you two were together as kids and even well into adulthood, he never managed to have his spontaneity and his ‘go with the flow’ attitude rub off on you. So tonight, like many before, had started with a movie playing and ended with the tv casting a soft glow behind Noya as he hovered above you. Your legs wrapped around his naked waist as he thrust into you. All sounds from the television drowned out by the chorus of moans coming from the two of you. His teeth scraped along the column of your neck as you held him in place. “Fuck. Yeah, right there, Yuu.” Your nails left little crescent moons on his shoulders as yet another wave of pleasure crashed over you. You felt his length drag along your walls, felt the heat pool into your core as his tongue flicked over your nipple. You gently carded your fingers through his hair only to find yourself tightening your grip as he snapped his hips into you, pulling yet another orgasm out of you.

“I love you so much, y/n.” He breathed against your neck as his rhythm began to waver. “So close, baby.” His fingers dug into your hips as he gave way to pleasure. He rested his head on your shoulder as he emptied himself inside you. He hummed contently as you played with his hair. “We should probably get up,” he looked up at you, his once lust blown eyes now much gentler as he pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t wanna,” you protested as you felt him start to pull away.

“If you get up I’ll buy you your favorite dessert.” Noya managed to wiggle out of your grasp, letting out a small groan as he slipped out of you. “I think we should’ve probably put down a towel.” You sat up and winced at the mess you made. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be; it’s not all you anyways. Besides, I need a new couch.”

As much as he hated routines, he loved this little new one the two had started every time you were over to watch a movie. Soon enough the two of you conditioned yourselves into being a little horny every time you watched a movie together.

Your dates were just like any other time you had hung out and you began to wonder how inevitable this really was. True, there was more hand holding, more kisses and more impromptu quickies in hidden corners. Every moment with Noya was always exciting, but now that you were dating he made sure you were always on your toes. You began to wonder if there really ever was a difference between what you had always done and what you were doing now. Were your friends right this whole time? You had thought back on all those times in school where you had gone out for snacks, just the two of you while Tanaka stayed behind yelling something about being betrayed. You thought about all those times he walked you home, hand in hand with you. The times you both laid out in the grass pointing at the stars and talking about your futures. You discussed jobs, marriage and kids and Noya talked about all the places he wanted to travel and how you should go with him. He always wanted you by his side. This truly was bound to happen.

Noya was always there for you as a friend, but now that you were dating he wanted to make sure you knew that you were the center of his world. Both his lockscreen and homescreen on his phone changed to pictures of you kissing. You had fought him on that, you didn’t want anyone that would glance down at his phone to see it, but he would only puff out his chest and proudly proclaim that anyone that sees those pictures should consider themselves lucky to see such displays of true love. There was no point in arguing with him, especially since you had done the same.

Every chance he got he’d show up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and a small gift. Soon you were running out of places to put things.

“You do know you don’t have to get me anything. We’ve known each other for so long. There’s no need to kiss up to me.”

“Well, I just love spoiling you. I love to see your smile.”

“Yuu, you can make me smile without giving me gifts.”

“Oh? And how can I do that?” He closed the space between the two of you as he placed the bouquet on the counter. He ran his finger along your arm, smiling as you trembled at his touch. “Cold? I know the perfect way to warm you up.”

“We can’t. Not right now at least.”

“And why not, y/n?” Noya pressed open mouthed kisses along your jawline, relishing all the little gasps you let out as his hands slipped past the waistband of your shorts.

“Yuu.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“We have to stop, Ryu and Kiyoko will be here any minute.”

“Fine, but you owe me one.”

Another small change that came with dating were the ‘sleepovers’. Not only had they become more frequent but they had lasted longer as well. The overnight sleepovers turned into weekends spent with each other until there were times when you had flat out spent a whole week sleeping over the other person’s apartment. The time you spent together was never dull or suffocating. The more time Noya spent with you the more he craved it. Those days were always the best days of his life. The ones where he’d wake up to see you still sleeping next to him or sometimes even waking up to you making him breakfast. On the days neither of you slept over he found himself a little more down and a little less patient with people. That’s when it hit him; he wanted to be with you everyday.

Taglist: @daniagabriela48 @ladysierra117

Pt. 4

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#hq x reader #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #nishinoya fluff #what if...?

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quicksilverlightning · 10 months

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It’s Kiyo who pulls him aside shortly before the trial, his voice sounding far away as he asks what happened, why is his head bleeding? He tilts his chin and scrunches his nose in Kiyo’s direction when the other attempts to pull him away, but ultimately complies and enters the lab.

Kokichi is pretty sure he knows how this trial will play out, but he’s safe for the moment; another move at this juncture would be far too risky for the culprit. He allows Kiyo to patch the wound on his head with exaggerated patience.

“A moment more of your time, Oma,” Kiyo snips the length of the bandage and ties it off deftly. “What on earth happened?”

“T-Tenko…” Kokichi opens his eyes wide as the tears spring forth. “Her spirit… tried to kill me!”

Kiyo sighs and looks like he’s trying to not pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Must you always play the part of the jester? Even when you’re bleeding from the head?”

“What?” The fake tears dry up in an instant and Kokichi adopts a look of mock offense instead, clenching his fists up to his chest. “You don’t believe me? That’s so mean Kiyo! I thought you of all people would believe in vengeful spirits!”

“Are you saying Tenko would have reason for vengeance?” Kiyo’s eyes narrow. “Are you perhaps her murderer, Oma?”

He nearly laughs; being accused of murder, by the likely murderer? How cliche. He places a hand on his chest as the other dramatically grazes the side of his head.

“Oh, that I had killed beloved Tenko, that I might see her charming visage once again! If only for a moment - before she killed me herself of course.” Kiyo observes his one-act play in silence.

“You are… quite the character, Oma.” Kiyo looks at him levelly, and Kokichi wonders if he can spin this to his advantage. He drops the act immediately, shifting closer to the other boy in a conspiratorial manner.

“I mean it though! I think I saw her ghost!” He lowers his voice.

“Tenko probably killed herself after she realized how much of a bitch she was in life - or maybe someone killed her to save everyone else the trouble? Doesn’t matter,” he flicks a hand dismissively.

“Either way, I bet she would totally come back and haunt us all! Well… maybe not Himiko,” he taps a finger against his lips. “You know, since they were friends and all. But definitely me! And you, too, Kiyo, hm?”

Kiyo takes a step back as Kokichi nears his personal space. The latter pouts after him mockingly.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you were the one who murdered our lovely Tenko - that would be boring after all.”

There's a long silence, and when Kiyo speaks again, he neither confirms nor denies the accusation.

"You really are something else, Oma." He steps away, turning to one of the many bookshelves and Kokichi allows him to, pretending to be hurt by the lack of trust.

"A true trickster archetype... I've run across many in my travels, but none quite so," he falters a moment, searching for the right word.

"None quite so... brazen, I think, as you." He studies Kokichi for a long moment. "No doubt you would make an excellent court jester."

"What can I say? “ Kokichi shrugs, as though he hasn’t been gifted an immense compliment from a murderer. “It's a gift."

Kiyo nods slowly, as if coming to a decision. "Very well then, Oma. I will humor you.”

He takes a step closer, and Kokichi's heart quickens in anticipation. He’s safe, he’s safe - there’s no way Kiyo would risk anything right now, not while so many of their classmates are within shouting distance. He forces his shoulders to relax, rocks back and forth on the heels of his feet.

"I will believe that you saw Tenko's ghost, for the time being." He extends a hand. "But I must ask for your help in solving this case."

Kokichi tilts his head thoughtfully, as though actually considering the offer. Just before the silence stretches too long, he takes his hand and shakes it firmly, flashing his brightest, fakest smile.

"Of course! Anything for the cause!"

He doesn't miss the way Kiyo's eyes narrow at his words, but pretends not to notice. If he can keep the other boy off balance, it will only work in his favor.

#I like to think I have a decent handle on Kokichi #but feel free to tell me if I'm wrong #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #kokichi oma #kokichi ouma #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #korekiyo shinguji

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chaoticous · 4 months

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SHOCKING DISCOVERY

closed for : @suburbqnlegends location : park mgm las vegas time : 10:23 am, sunday

to end up completely and utterly hammered was not in the vague list of plans kris came up with during their ten-ish hour flight from london the previous day. wild nights like this one simply did not happen that often anymore. whether that was due to lack of leisure time, which most likely was a willing choice kris continuously and repeatedly made, or some other mysterious reason that just failed to make itself known in the young director's head.

as the minutes passed, the brunet started regaining consciousness little by little and although she still had not attempted to pry their eyes open, the very distinct nauseous feeling of a spinning room stubbornly persisted despite the passing of long hours of the previous night. ❝ shit. ❞ a barely audible groan ― a mix of exhaustion and already building irritation escaped into the atmosphere of the room as no audible reaction to it followed. for once, it seemed, kris did not repeat the same old mistakes by bringing her counterpart to their bedroom, allowing the other to stay overnight. as far as she knew, that was not the case this time. no. it was as quiet as ever which was a very welcoming sight, or rather, lack of sound for kris.

then, almost like a whisper, a tiny creak of the bed tainted the perfect stillness of the room and kris' brows immediately furrowed in discontent. the mind must be playing tricks on them, no doubt. there just couldn't be anyone else besides her in this room. and yet, as if giving into the inner voice, that of a slightly nagging panic within, kris ever so slowly tilted their head left and, just as she was fearing, they were unfortunately blessed with a painful sight. there was, indeed, someone else occupying the other side of the same bed. one had to run out of luck eventually... right? except, kris struggled to remember last time they got this lucky.

from the looks of it, the person had brown shoulder-length hair that now was displayed all over her half visible bare back which was somewhat covered by the sheets. a pretty face did not accompany the scene, though. actually, there was no face at all as the woman had her back to them so it was almost impossible to make any judgements whether kris at least chose someone attractive enough to not only bring to their room, but also allow the other to spend the rest of the night there. there wasn't much else to make out from the scene other than... another particularly specific detail that caught kris' attention and was the reason her eyes had widened.

a... wedding ring?! truth be told, it was really not kris' style to hook up with married women. the fantasy of it all did intrigue them quite a bit, but she had never crossed that line before. not that she knew of, that is. usually, at least in the movies and other media, married men and women would remove their rings before any upcoming affairs, but this was clearly different. the ring was there, visible as day, making them wonder whether she simply decided to disregard the item and still go for it or had they not noticed it? that seemed too unlikely, though. one way or another, one thing was clear ― she was in big trouble. what if her spouse was somewhere in that hotel? what if they were looking for her right now? what if they were seen together last night? the cctv must've picked up plenty of suspicious sightings of them together. fuck.

a deep sigh of defeat emerged through their lips as she draped her left hand on top of their face in an attempt to hide themselves from the world, hoping to simply disappear from the situation altogether. the last thing she needed was to get themselves involved into drama on a sunday morning during their short trip. that could not happen. and as if that was not enough, a nasty headache was in full effect now which was already doing its part by clouding her judgement. a few deep breaths in stressful situations always were quite helpful. that's exactly what they did. started with actual, slow and deep intakes of oxygen. the muscles soon begun relaxing, however during this process kris experienced one more odd sensasion. something cool was pressing against their face, which was unusual to say the least.

now painfully self-conscious, kris slowly removed her hand away from their face and opened their eyes to spot the reason behind the previous experience. to her dismay, perhaps it would've been the best to continue suffering in that weirdly cold sensation rather than pushing themselves to find the culprit of it, because now? oh now she was regretting even waking up in the first place. a golden ring was found resting wrapped around her ring finger of their left hand, almost like it had always been there. like the ring was made for them. a horrifying feeling of their stomach dropping invaded her senses as their blood suddenly ran cold. no. no, no. kris wasn't ready to even voice the thoughts that started seeping through their mind. she was never the type to wear a lot of rings, that much was certain. what was also clear is that they had not yet married. they never had. it was out of the question, given her endless loyalty to their career. so what only made sense in this case was that it was all a prank. on her side, anyways. they must've either stolen the ring or purchased it for fun. not exactly what kris would imagine herself doing while drunk but... it just had to be that.

in the middle of their silent crisis, the mattress of the bed appeared to be moving slightly, which was an obvious reminder of the other's presence. for a split second kris had completely forgotten she wasn't alone in there. ❝ please tell me you're married. ❞ kris blurted out all out of sudden as her eyes were stuck to the ceiling of the room, desperately clinging to the last hope of potential confirmation that might follow next, if she was lucky enough. god, how they hoped it was all a misunderstanding and she was being silly for even overthinking this situation.

#― ϟ kristian barclay ϟ ⋮ « files. »

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Something New, Something True - 1

[Synopsis: Newly married and newly pregnant? Ay, life is never simple for Isabela Madrigal...

I have been wanting to do a little collection of one shots for Isabela for the longest time and so I am finally getting around to doing that. It is going to be so much fun, exploring what married life is like for her while she also navigates her first pregnancy. I think every member of the family will be making an appearance in this, so I hope you guys stick around and enjoy!]

Julieta knew all three of her daughters like the back of her hand, it was one of the things she took pride in, so there was no doubt in her mind that there was something weighing on Isabela’s mind at the dinner table. She had been quiet and in her own little world since they sat down to eat, merely swirling her spoon around in her sopa rather than eating it and doing her best not to make eye contact with anyone, and Guillermo was no help at all. She had glanced over at him a number of times in an attempt to make out what was going on, but she’d been given nothing to work with. Of course, there was a chance that he was just as in the dark as to what was going on with his esposa as she was, but there was also a chance that he knew much more than he was saying.

Ay, who was she kidding?

Of course, he knew more about this.

Despite having only been married six short months, they had known one another for four years now since they met during the rebuild of their home. She deemed him a nuisance in the beginning, feeling all he did was get in the way and make more work for everyone with his clumsiness and inability to even hold a hammer up the right way, she told her so herself, but her feelings regarding him soon began to change. She found it hilarious when he tripped over something or tore into a packet of seeds with too much force, sending them everywhere, and it surprised her little when she came in one night and asked if she thought he could eat dinner with them.

Her little girl had fallen hard for him.

Why on earth it took them so long to get around to getting married, she had no idea, but she was pleased the two of them had let a good length of time go by before making such a choice. It would have been so easy for them to rush into things in the heat of the moment and make a mistake, one they may have come to regret in time, and so she felt they had gone about things in the correct way and she was proud of them for thinking so rationally about it. It was well worth the wait too, honestly, seeing her daughter so contenta and with someone who loved her for her, not only her talent and the family she came from, and reminded her of her worth daily.

It was the sound of a spoon being tapped lightly against the side of a glass that pulled her from her thoughts, causing her to glance the young couple’s way once again, and she was relieved to see Isa was smiling this time.

So, the reason for her being so quiet was a good thing after all.

She could breathe a little easier now.

Once he had the attention of the familia, Guillermo rose from his seat and moved to stand behind Isabela and she watched her daughter reach up and thread her fingers through his when he laid a hand upon her shoulder. “I, uh, I have no need to tell you that I am not the greatest with words because you all remember my wedding speech,” He brought his free hand to the back of his neck and rubbed it nervously, making her and the rest of the family chuckle. “But, not too long ago, Isa and I got some wonderful news and we wanted to tell you all at the time, but thought it would be better to keep it to ourselves for a little while just in case. I think both of us are too impatient to keep it secret anymore though, so we couldn’t be happier to tell you we’re having a baby.”

“A baby? You’re having a baby?” Mirabel gasped from the other end of the table.

Isabela nodded, laughing at her hermanita’s evident delight. “It should be here in late septiembre, early octubre if Gui and I have done our maths right, but neither of us are that good at it and so I wouldn’t quote us on it.”

“And how are you feeling?” Alma reached out and brushed her hair from her face, sitting next to her.

“Just a little tired,” Isabela shook her head. “I had an appointment with the doctor a couple of days ago and he said that things look excellente with me and the baby which is good. All I truly care about is it being healthy.”

Julieta was doing her best to listen to her familia while they asked Isa question after question and she answered them as best she could, but the second she heard they were expecting a baby she was overcome with emotion and all she could focus on was her little girl. It would have been a true understatement for her to say that she was thrilled at the announcement. Not only was she going to be an abuela, something she’d wanted for years, but her daughter was going to be a mamí and there were honestly no words for how delighted she was for her.

She could remember her going on and on as a child, only a little older than Antonio, about how she was going to be the best mother when she was older. Her dolls were her babies and she would treat them as such, always making sure they were comfortable and clean and well presented, and she never gave her a reason to doubt she would make a brilliant mamí to her own child when the time came. Of course, playing dolls and having a real baby to care for were not the same thing in the slightest, but she knew for a fact her daughter had it in her to be amazing. She was so warm, so nurturing and gentle, and those were all things that made up a good mother.

It would be foolish to think she would never make a mistake because she would, lots of them, and there were going to be moments when she felt she was failing and could do nothing right, but that was where she would come in. She would be there to pick her up when she was down, to hold her and make her see she was doing her best for her bebé and her little familia and that was all that mattered. It would be an emotional time for all involved, much like her own pregnancies had been, but there was no doubt in her mind that they would make it through together. It was the way their family had always handled things and that was never going to change.

Not as long as any of them were living.

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It was nearing midnight when she was alone in la cocina, a candle burning next to her as she prepared the last couple of things for breakfast in the morning, and she looked up at the gentle pat of bare feet against the tiles only to see Isa there in her nightgown. “Mi vida? What are you still doing up? I thought you went to bed ages ago!” She wiped her hands quickly on her apron and turned to her as she entered the dimly lit room, opening her arms to her with a sigh at the look on her face. It seemed as though she had the cares of the world on her shoulders. Wrapping her arms around her when she all but fell into her embrace, she gently kissed her temple.

“I’m scared, Mamá, I have so many questions and none of the answers to them,” Isabela said in a voice thick with emotion as she curled her hands into her dress and tucked her head into her neck. “I love Gui and I love this baby, but it all happened so quickly and I never expected it to. I thought he and I would be married for a year at least before starting a familia, just like Lolita and Mariano, that was the way it was planned in my head and I liked that plan! I think what worries me the most is not knowing what to do. I don’t know how to be a mamí, I don’t know how to nurse or change or settle a bebé, and I’m worried Guillermo will be disappointed.”

Julieta smiled into her hair. “Do you think us women are born knowing how to do any of those things?”

Isa tilted her head back against her shoulder and looked up at her, closing her eyes when she brushed her hair from her face. “I think you were sometimes. You just always made it seem so easy when we were growing up.”

“Gracias, mi princesa, that’s kind, but I had to learn to be a mamá the same way your abuela and every mujer that came before me did,” Julieta pointed out, easing her away from her and taking her hand so she could lead her over to the table and they could sit down together. “I had already had some practice when your hermanitas arrived, but when I had you I had no idea what I was doing. I was only a few years older than you are now when I gave birth to you and I had a lot to learn. I had to learn to nurse you and I had to learn to bathe and change you along with many other things. It was hard and I was so tired, I won’t lie, but I loved every moment of it.”

“Did Papí help a lot with me?” Isabela raised an eyebrow. “I remember him helping with Lu and Mira.”

“I think your papí helped me more with you than he did your hermanitas,” Julieta told her with a nod. “I was able to do more on my own when they were born because it was second nature to me by then, but with you it was all so new and I needed a lot of help and encouragement. He would get up with you in the middle of the night sometimes just so I could sleep. I remember he used to carry you down to the music room and play the piano until you settled. He was always reminding me of what a good mother I was too though. He helped me to stop caring what people thought of me and to stop listening when they would give me unwarranted advice.”

Isabela brought a hand to her stomach, smiling to herself as she glanced down at where her child was growing safely within her. “Guillermo is the happiest I have ever seen him,” She almost whispered when she looked up at her mother again with tears brimming in her eyes. “He talks to the baby all the time and he can’t help but put his hand on my stomach when he’s around me. He loves this baby so much and it isn’t even here yet, so I can’t even imagine how much more he’s going to love it when it’s born and he gets to hold it. He is going to be the best papí, I know that already, and he has already promised me that he’s going to help when I need it.”

Julieta reached out and laid a hand on her knee. “You need to stop worrying then and just enjoy this, amor.”

“I know and I’m going to try, Mamá, I really am.” Isabela assured her.

“Good,” Julieta leaned in to stamp a kiss onto her forehead. “Now, I think you should go and get some sleep.”

“Am I allowed to say that I think you should do the same?” Isabela asked with a smirk.

Julieta couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “I suppose I should. Why don’t we go up together?”

Wordlessly, sharing a smile, they rose from their chairs and tucked them in before she wrapped an arm around her daughter and let her cuddle up to her. She picked up a candle in order for them to be able to see as they left la cocina and walked through the courtyard, quietly making their way up the staircase when they came to it. Once they were outside her room, she took her arm from around her only to lift her hand to her cheek and brush her thumb against her skin. Her beautiful little girl. Her baby. She always made her so incredibly proud. “I want you to know you can always come to me if you ever need to talk,” She whispered. “I am always here.”

“I know, Mamá, and I love you for it.” Isabela smiled, kissing her on the cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You will. Buenos noches, mi vida.”

“Buenos noches.”

Turning around once she’d shared one last smile with her mother, Isabela opened the door to her room before walking inside and closing it carefully behind her. Casita turned up the lights ever so slightly so she could see where she was stepping as she made her way back to bed, but once she climbed in – careful not to knock her sleeping esposo – they turned back down and she hummed as she laid down next to him and got comfortable. Feeling relieved and as though she could get a little sleep now, she tucked a hand under her cheek and closed her eyes and that was when she felt Guillermo move closer to her beneath the covers and take her in his arms.

“You okay, querida?” He murmured in the darkness, clumsily kissing her neck as he brought her back against him and brought a hand to rest on her abdomen. “I could have sworn I heard you get up. Where did you go?”

“I needed to speak with mi mamá about something before she went to bed,” She laid a hand over his and felt her heart swell when he curled himself around her and held her a little tighter as she relaxed in his embrace. “I feel so afortunada to be getting to do this with you. Starting a familia, I mean. I was a little worried about it before, I admit it, but mamá really helped and I’m not worried about it as much anymore. I’m just so excited.”

“Good,” He buried his face in her neck. “You don’t need to be worried. You are going to be the best mamí…”

“I was more worried about letting you down than anything.” She sighed, lacing her fingers lazily with his.

He chuckled. “No, mi amor, you could never let me down.”

“You really mean that? Never?”

“Not ever.”

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In Your Head: Part Seven

Summary: When you head to Hawkins for your cousin's funeral, you didn't expect to be roped into saving the world. To be fair- you didn't expect her to interrupt her own funeral either.

Pairings: Chrissy Cunningham x cousin! reader, Billy Hargrove x friend! Reader

Words: 1,245

Warnings: Religious themes/imagery, violence to reader, blood, hints at past domestic abuse, Vecna, reader passing out

Notes: For anyone wondering about the time frame, this chapter occurs a bit after Patrick’s death

Part Eight is here

If he wasn’t trying to actively kill you, he’d look almost holy.

Illumination from surrounding streetlights blanketed the room in gentle color, as beams filtered through a nearby stained glass window. Fragments of the glow reflected off from various strands of Jason’s tousled blonde hair, granting him the apparition of a halo as he knelt on the carpeted floor beneath it. From your vantage point, you clearly witnessed his hands clasped tightly together as he murmured in anguished prayer. Snippets of his whispers floated airly around the room, remaining the only suggestion of noise as you edged closer. Step by step, the sensation of intrusion coiled within your gut- as if eavesdropping on a Saint.

The moment was instantaneously shattered as Jason opened his eyes- his expression automatically darkening with unspoken rage. His skin was painted a sickly pale, a dark ring wrapping around each of his eyes. The blonde hair that moments ago hosted a halo now simply appeared bedraggled and limp. Wordlessly, he gathered himself from the floor, gaze remaining obviously trained on you. The imagery of a bloody man pierced to a cross on the window behind him became extraordinarily appropriate.

Saints don’t want to kill you. Mostly.

Chrissy’s grief-laden whisper of Jason’s name startled you from your observations, a prayer of her own, and your gaze briefly flickered to her’s. The absolute heartbreak residing on her face fuled you to advance further towards him until you assumed he could simply extend his arm fully and latch onto you.

I need to show him I’m not a threat.

“You’re Jason right?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m y/n.”

“You’re Chrissy’s cousin?”

You opted to simply nod softly in response, gesturing for him to take a seat on a nearby creaky pew. You allowed him a brief moment to situate himself before continuing- signaling your start with a sigh.

“Yeah. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for your loss, to stop by and see how you were doing. And to ask you to stop this manhunt.”

“How do you think I’m doing?”

His tone deepened sarcastically, turning his head downwards as he rested his elbows on his knees. For the moment, he skirted around the last portion of your statement. Fighting every single ounce of logic within you, your hand found its way to rest on his shoulder.

“I think you’re hurting. Which is absolutely fine, because we all are.”

“I don’t think that’s the case y/n. Why is it that her cousin, despite claiming to care about Chrissy, left early from her funeral?”

Chrissy and you simultaneously faintly shrunk into yourselves as Jason swiftly rose to his feet once more. You merely observed as his shaky hand ripped through his hair. A fist subconsciously began forming at your side, which you thankfully caught before Jason noticed. Although, judging by the fact that he started a monotonous pattern of pacing the length of the pew, you doubt a gun would’ve drawn his focus from his thoughts.

Of course he remembered that.

The urge to roll your eyes welled within you, but you mentally swatted it away.

“I needed to find out what’s going on.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I’m not a resident of Hawkins- I don’t want to endorse something I can’t prove.”

A shaky breath escaped his lungs, alerting you to his rapidly growing unchecked agitation. Thinking back hastily through the conversation, Jason was obviously becoming increasingly upset by the second.

“Chrissy and Patrick are gone because of one man.”

His return materialized as a harsh growl. In your peripheral, Patrick edged closer towards your side despite being unable to interact with the physical world. It was unusual to find the striking green and gold color scheme of the Hawkin’s basketball team comforting and threatening at once, but you figured you’d dealt with worse before.

“You know this!”

Jason’s spit misted over your face as he screamed and Chrissy threw her arms over her face, fully cowering into Patrick. She trembled slightly and Patrick placed his hands over her ears while Billy rubbed a hand on her shoulder gently.

Guess I’m yelling back.

“I don’t know anything actually! Eddie’s just some guy. That’s it, he’s just a dude- not some cult leader.”

“He’s a vessel of Satan!”

“Your hair is a vessel of Satan!”

Jason stepped backwards, mouth frozen partially open.

“See? You just sound stupid! Chrissy wouldn’t want this Jason. The pointless death of Eddie isn’t going to give you closure.”

Jason’s body tensed, stalking forward slowly.

A predator.

“His death won’t be pointless. And yours won’t be either.”

Before a question could even formulate on your tongue, Jason savagely lunged forward towards you, a whirlwind of limbs and fists and rage. The sensation of his fist repeatedly connecting against the side of your face momentarily distracted you from the one clenched around your throat. A stream of blood, hot and sticky, cascaded down your face and directly into your left eye- obscuring your vision. Your scream of terror was quite literally choked from your throat as your back audibly collided with the solid wall of the church. A strained weeze escaped you as your arms operated as shitty shields, compared to the sheer intensity of his swings.

This is it. This is how I die.

Mainly out of the fear that your newfound group would deem you a traitor, you’d barely uttered a word of your plan to the others. You’d alerted them of a time to expect your return to the boathouse, but by then nobody would be able to save you from Jason’s wrath.

Hawkins will have another ghost.

The edges of your vision blurred, and in your panic you utilized both palms to thrust against his chest. Your head vibrated as your skull connected with the wall you were pressed against, tingles erupting from the base of your skull and branching methodically upwards. The sensation of blood dripping from your nose was forgotten as Jason flew backwards, leaving you limply sliding down the wall.

Thanks wizard child.

Chrissy leapt in front of you, and you completely lost your vision momentarily. When it returned Jason was dazed, sprawled out across the floor. Chrissy stood triumphantly above him, slender arm remaining outstretched momentarily before whirling to face you.

Who knew she’d pack such a punch?

The sensation of being quite literally drug outside by your ghostly companions jostled you back to logic. You gifted the three of them a nod of thanks before bolting into the surrounding woods, legs pumping in a desperate scramble to escape Jason.

*****

A road eventually appeared in your line of sight, and you stumbled to a halt. Collapsing to your knees on the path, a heavy cough harshly rattled your body side to side. Chrissy placed a hand against your back as you attempted to stand, allowing Billy and Patrick to assist you upwards.

“Gotta keep moving.”

You hazarded a glance downwards. A slimy, pulsating vine of flesh coiled around your ankle, leaving you a half-second to register why it was so familiar before wrenching you backwards.

*****

The wounds from Jason’s attack burned from being drug over asphalt as you were harshly deposited on the ground. The constant pain piled overtop of the sounds of multiple voices yelling- prodding you with uncaring hands. Russian words speckled in amongst the English, yet your head remained stiffly on the ground.

Your final question echoed in your mind as darkness swallowed you.

Why is there a cat?

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Sonic Underground: Last Resort: A Re-Telling: Chapter 6

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 |

This chapter's another breather one, where we get to see the dynamics between our heroes a bit better. Particularly when their lives aren't on the line.

Not to worry, things WILL start picking up again next chapter >:3

Hospitable Hotels and Night Skygazing

By the time the group reached where they would be staying, dusk settled over the land, caressing it in the cover of approaching night. Their stroll through the village had taken them from the village into the woods, paved roads giving way to dirt paths. And now they drew near to the ornate building they saw from before.

It was a good sized building, easily the length of several of the longhouses they saw earlier, combined. Designed as a hexagonal structure, the group could see decks on either side flanking the front entrance. The entrance itself was a deck, but unlike the others came with stairs leading up into the building.

“And here we are - Oasis Valley Resort!” Stripes spread out his arms, presenting the structure to them. “Well, that’s the common name we use for it. You might say it’s a running gag, honestly.”

“It looks quite lovely, Stripes.” Sonia said, a friendly smile on her face. “How long has it stood here?”

“Oh, before I arrived even!” Stripes said. “It’s become something of a symbol for the village, ever since it was built a few odd, oh. Decades ago.”

“We won’t have to pay for staying here, will we?” Manic asked, his gaze focused on the hotel. He eyed it as if it either would collapse without warning, turn into a death house at a dime, or both. That, or he was wondering on what he could nick from it.

“Not at all,” Stripes said, moving over to Manic and putting an arm round his shoulders. “After losing your home and traveling so far, it would be callous of me to make you pay for your stay here.”

“Seriously? Sweet! That’s awesome, dude.” Manic grinned at Stripes, holding out his hand for a fist bump.

To the surprise of everyone - Sonia especially - Stripes returned Manic’s bump with his own.

“Not a problem at all.” Stripes stepped away from Manic, and let out a small gasp - the kind one makes when they realize their toast is burning. “Ah, but do you need help with bringing in luggage? Your van is all the way on the other side of the village.”

“That’s not a problem,” Sonic said, rolling his neck and shoulders. “I’ve got it!”

Before anyone could react, Sonic took off. Leaving nothing but a trail of dust in his wake

“Ah. That was -” Stripes began, before Manic held a hand to stop him.

“Wait for it...” Manic said, tapping out a rhythm with his foot.

A mere few minutes later, Sonic returned. In his hand was a bag with a drum on it. He set it down on the ground, then off he went again. It was not long before returned with a case with twin tails on it. And as one would expect, he sped off yet again as soon as the case joined the bag.

“Does he do this often?” Stripes said, after a moment.

“A lot of the time, yeah. He was a master runner on the track team back home.” Sonia said, arms crossed against her chest.

“I’m sure he was.” Stripes said, pushing the urge to scratch his head in confusion. Instead, he opted for a neutral pose as the group waited.

They waited slightly longer than before. But Sonic soon returned, with a bag and a case this time. Both marked with a keyboard.

“There, that’s everything.” Sonic looked over at Sonia, head tilting as he did. “Right?”

“Yes, Arthur.” Sonia said - an exhale punctuating her voice. “You can stop showing off now.”

“Show off? Me?” Sonic said, holding his arms up in the air. “Just using what I have to speed things up.”

“Wait, what about your luggage, Arthur?” Stripes asked.

“Don’t really have any - what you see on me is what I’ve got.” Sonic said.

“Ah, I see.” Stripes said. “Well, now that you have your luggage, let me show you to your room.”

With that, Stripes strode forwards up the steps of the hotel, followed closely by his entourage. Manic grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. Tails picked up his case, and Sonia her bag. As for her case…

“Arthur, can you be a dear and bring my case in?” Sonia gave Sonic her best pleading eyes. “It’s so awfully heavy…”

Sonic gave Sonia a deadpan stare; she was the same woman who could crack concrete just by stomping her foot in anger. But there was no getting out of this one - he knew from experience.

With a sigh, Sonic shrugged his shoulders and lifted up the crate. “Sure, not like I had anything better to do.”

“Thank you, Arthur!” Sonia patted Sonic’s shoulder, smiling at him with her sweetest grin. “You’re such a gentleman.”

Sonic rolled his eyes, swatting Sonia’s arm back. “Alright, don’t wear it down.”

The group followed Stripes inside - Manic and Tails at the front, Sonia the middle, and Sonic at the back. Soon, they entered into an entrance hall, or lobby rather. Around the room were wooden columns, four around the center, sixteen around the sides of the room. Each one was lined with golden threads, much like many of the buildings in the village proper. The floor was decorated with green and pink rugs, in oval and square shapes.

Stripes stood in front of a welcome desk, conspicuously absent of any greeters. Stripes’s people were around the buildings, almost looking like they were eager for the day to be finally over.

“There you all are - if you’ll follow me, please,” Stripes said, sweeping his arm towards the north western room.

The group followed him as he opened a set of double doors, striding through them Turning around. And presenting the room to them.

“Here we are - your lodgings for your stay!”

Before them was a large room. Above them were wooden roof beams. The walls were white - save the back, where the walls were wooden. The top, at least, as the bottom and half parts were glass windows and doors. In the central left side of the room were five beds, with drapes read to obscure the occupants from each other. On the right side of the room was a door to another room, and occupying the left corner closest to them was the kitchen. Paintings and carpets decorated the room, most of them depicting abstract arts.

“Please, make yourselves at home.” Stripes said, stepping to the side to let the group pass. “You’ll find all the comforts of home here, and more.”

“Thank you for your hospitality, Stripes.” Sonia dipped her knee forwards into a curtsy, before standing back upright. “It’s certainly appreciated in times like these.”

“Not a problem!” Stripes returned the bow, “I hope that you enjoy your stay. And please, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to let us know.”

Stripes turned around on his heels, and left out the door. His troop followed suit, leaving the hedgehogs and Tails on their own. Tails immediately took the chance to set his case down, pulling out a small sensor device.

“...So what now?”

“I’m going to check if this place has any issues.” Tails said, as he began sweeping the shelves of the room. “Don’t wanna get caught by surprise, after all.”

It was obvious what Tails truly meant - he wanted to make sure that the room was free of surveillance bugs.

“Heh, smart thinking, Tails.” Sonic said.

“Lemme help ya out, lil’ bro!” Manic said, moving towards the cabinets.

Sonia watched Manic’s movements, like a fisher hawk eyeing its prey. “Manic, do not try to palm anything!”

“Chill out, Sonia. I won’t!” Manic waved a hand in Sonia’s direction - he was already on his knees with his head inside one of the cabinet doors, looking around inside it.

Sonia crossed her arms across her chest, eyes locked into a glare. “That’s what you say. Every. Single. Time.”

“And when have I ever stolen a thing before, hmm?” Manic slid himself out of the cabinet, a wide grin on his face as he smirked at Sonia.

Sonic, at this point, moved away from Sonia. Finding a good spot in the left side of the room, he began stretching his body - always a good way to pass the time. And to get through the antics of Sonia and Manic.

“Don’t make me break out the spray bottle, Manic.” Sonia pointed her finger at Manic. “I’m not afraid to use it on you.”

“Oh, c’mon sis.” Manic pushed himself up to his feet, as he began to check out the sink. “Chill out! Enjoy the vacation!”

“Not much of a vacation considering what we’ve been going through recently, is it?” Tails piped up from where he now scanned through the walls, making use of his flight to get to the top.

Manic stood up from under the sink, hand on his chest as he gasped loudly.

“Aww, c’mon! Et tu, Tails?”

Tails and Manic began laughing, joined in by Sonic chuckling. Sonia rolled her eyes, taking her bag to one of the beds. As the laughter died down, Tails turned his head towards Manic.

“By the way, what was up with calling me Miles, and ‘Arthur’ by his ‘real name’ earlier?”

Sonic paused in his stretching, looking over at Manic. “Yeah, that was kind of out of nowhere.”

“Oh, you know,” Manic shrugged his shoulders as he spoke. “Just starting off on the right foot with the locals, is all. We can introduce nicknames and all later.”

“I get it. It’s all cool, Manic,” Sonic said, returning to his stretches.

“Just, next time we could discuss it beforehand?” Tails said, as he moved from one end of the room to another. “And not just spring it on everyone?”

“I dunno, can’t always predict when something like that will crop up,” Manic said, as he leaned against a counter. “Just gotta roll with the flow.”

“How about you roll and finish finding any problems in the room?” Sonia said from her spot by the bed, not even looking up.

Manic blinked - unlike Tails, he’d been distracted by the conversation. Embarrassing, really, considering that he’s supposed to be a decent thief.

“Uh, right.” he said, as he returned to searching the room.

A full ten minutes passed. Manic and Tails scoured from the roof to the floor. The beds to the closets. Shelves to light fixtures.

And to their relief, not a single bug was to be found. Or any hiding places for someone to eavesdrop from.

“Alright, we’re all clear!” Tails said, hovering down from the last light he examined.

“No problems here, no sirs and ma’am.” Manic said, strolling into the main room from the bathroom.

“Alright alright, no need for that Manic.” Sonia said absent-mindedly. Her focus was on the small array of essentials for a lady such as herself laid out before her. A few sets of clothes, quill care products, facial care, nail care, the works.

“You sure you got everything for Sonia, Arthur ?” Manic said, hopping up onto a counter for use as a seat.

“Can we stop with the Arthur stuff already?” Sonic said, one hand on his hip and the other by his side.

“Nope!” Manic said, already lying on the cabinet surface. “I’m milking that as long as I can - and besides, we’ll need it for the village proper.”

Sonic stared at Manic, then rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll live with it.”

“On that note.” Sonia said, turning away from her supplies to face the others. “Manic and I didn’t use fake names.”

“Oh, yeah,” Manic pushed himself back into a sitting position. “We uh, kinda didn’t. That won’t bite us, will it?”

“I doubt it.” Tails said, the fox having plopped himself near Sonic. “I don’t think you guys are on Eggman’s radar.” He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish smile forming. “Well, uh. Not yet at least.”

“Well, as long as we’re not,” Sonia said, her own smile forming, “we’ll just have to make the most of it.”

“Now you’re speaking my language, sis!” Manic began tapping his fingers against the cabinet surface, a consistent rhythm of taps following suit. “So, how do we do that here?”

“We could ask people how they’re safe from Eggman?” Tails said. “It seems like the quickest option.”

“Yeah but like. Isn’t that a bit obvious?” Manic said as he glanced over at Tails. “That’s pretty blatant of a question to say out loud.”

“Tails has a point. It does seem like the simplest option..." Sonia said, hand on her chin and eyes closed in thought. “Though, like Manic said, asking the question in such a direct manner could raise questions.”

“What do you think, Sonic?” Tails asked, gaze focused on the blue hedgehog who until now seemed only half interested in the conversation. “How should we investigate the village?”

Sonic looked at Tails, face neutral. Then, he cracked a grin. “Well, for one thing, we should focus on getting rest first. No point in rushing into this, after all.”

The others collectively blinked.

“Did you just suggest that we take it slow?” Manic asked.

“Hey, I like moving forwards as much as the next guy,” Sonic said. “But we gotta know when we need a break.”

“Sonic’s got a point,” Sonia said, almost not believing she was saying it out loud. “We should rest after the computer infiltration was a bust. And then someone led us on a chase through the desert.”

“Says the princess who wanted me to follow Sonic," Manic said, staring at Sonia with a deadpan look.

“Ah! I mean,” Sonia looked to the side, pacing away from the others, “it seemed, uh, a decent idea at first.” She turned back around, returning to her original spot. “Look, it’s not that big a deal either way.”

“Sure it’s not...” Manic said. “Glad you can admit it.”

Manic laughed to himself, Sonia glowering at him as she balled her fist by her sides. The thought of walking up to him and throwing him out the nearest window was appealing…but she decided against it. Defenestration wasn't fitting for a lady.

“Well, in any case,” she said, turning towards the kitchen, “if we’re going to focus on rest first, we should eat. I’ll start dinner.”

“Hold on, how come you’re cooking?” Manic asked, crossing his arms.

“Oh please,” Sonia stopped, turning around to face her brother. “Of the four of us, who actually knows what they’re doing when it comes to cooking?”

“Well I sure -” Manic started. However, he was not to finish - Sonia crossed the distance between her and Manic, silencing Manic with a finger.

“That’s not either something basic or a grotesque affront against everything decent in the world of cooking?” she said, staring straight into Manic’s eyes.

“I can fix the appliances if I need to!” Tails spoke up, trying to break a bit of the tension between the two. “But, uh, haven’t really nailed down the food part. He he.”

“Something tells me I’m going to be the one getting ingredients...” Sonic said, shifting his weight to one side. There was one downside he’d discovered about his natural speed, and that was that he made for a great collector.

“Depending on how they stock this place, yes. Yes, you are.” Sonia turned on her heel, making her way towards the kitchen. Motioning for Sonic to follow suit as she did.

Sonic sighed, before heading after Sonia. Leaving Manic and Tails on their own.

“Oh, yeah.” Manic said, shifting his gaze from his departing siblings to Tails. “Sorry ‘bout losing your new invention, lil’ bro. Things got real hectic earlier.”

“Not to worry, Manic!” Tails said, giving Manic a reassuring thumbs up. “I already have some prototypes ready to replace it! Or, I will when I get back to my workshop.”

“You’re gonna need to show me around that place, sometime.” Manic said. “Always wondered what sort of techno-whizz happens there.”

Tails at once let his lids lower across his eyes, as he stared at Manic.“You’re not gonna try and ‘borrow’ anything, are you?”

“What, me? Never!”

Tails kept up his stare. “Uh huh.”

“Oh, come on!”

Tails and Manic leapt at the sound of Sonia’s voice - Manic almost falling backwards, only saved by rapid wind milling of his arms.

“What the-”

“How old is all this?!”

When they heard the follow-up, both of them sighed in unison.

“You should go help her.”

“Yep,” Tails droned out, as he strolled towards the kitchen. “Don’t go borrowing anything, Manic!”

“I won’t!”

Manic glanced at Tails’s case of gadgets, briefly tempted. But the kit’s wrath was not worth risking.

Now, some of the doodads and knick knacks around the place? Those were all fair game, baby.

Night fell upon the land, the night sky peeking through the dense overhead of clouds. The village was dimly lit, thanks to active efforts to keep light pollution to a minimum.

Inside their hotel, two thirds of the Underground readied to turn in. Manic, still in his usual clothes, busied himself with washing dishes. Sonia traded her usual outfit for a violet and red nightgown, looking into a mirror as she tended to her quills.

Despite the humming from Sonia, the silence of the room laid over everything. It was almost thick enough to be used as butter.

“You know, Manic,” she said after a moment. “This place reminds me of the places that I would take vacations with my foster family.”

“Reminds me of the stuff I never had!” Manic said, voice carrying throughout the room.

Sonia rolled her eyes, as Manic finished with the dishes and began to dry off his hands. It took a sizable chunk of her willpower not to groan with frustration.

Of course, I try to bond with him and he makes a snide comment!

Manic walked around the kitchen, making his way towards the back doors. Opening them, he stepped out onto the deck to take in the view of the waterfalls.

Streams of water cascaded down rock, flowing down into pools below - the pools themselves running out into inter-joining creeks on their way to the lake. Trees stood tall all around, their canopies lit by the last rays of the sun and the dim lights of the building. Flowers were in the last phases of their blooms for the day, before they returned to slumber for the night - save for the night flowers, their glow evident even in the dying light of the day.

Manic rested against the rail, letting himself try and enjoy the beauty of nature. And failing. So instead, he pushed himself away from the rail and returned inside. Sonic might like that sort of stuff, but Manic was a city boy at heart.

“But I gotta say,” he said, making his way towards Sonia, “I can definitely get used to this stuff.”

Sonia, finished with her quills, stared right at Manic. “I’m sure you’ve gotten your hands on a lot of the stuff like what they have here, you just fenced it off.”

“Hah,” Manic leaned against a counter, finger gunning at Sonia. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

“And speaking of,” Sonia stood up, picked up Manic’s satchel, and walked towards a table.

“Hey!” Manic yelled.

At the table, Sonia began emptying the bag of its contents. Multiple small items from around the room, that somehow crept their way into the bag of an essentially professional thief. Curious how that happens.

“Put the stuff you grabbed back where you got it.” she said, dropping the bag onto the table. “We’re guests here, not filchers.”

“Oh come on, we’re not even leaving yet!” Manic put his hands on his hips, lips pursed as he did his best ‘Tails’ puppy eyes’ impression.

It didn’t work.

“Manic…” Sonia crossed her arms, returning Manic’s gaze with an iron stare.

“All right, all right!” Manic threw his hands into the air, grabbing a few of the stolen objects. “Fine. I’ll put the rest of this back before bed. Happy?”

“I would prefer you place all of them back now, but fine. That’ll do." Sonia said on her way back to her impromptu makeup station. Then she paused. “Oh, and have you seen Tails recently?”

“Lil’ bro?” Manic’s voice reached out from the bathroom. “Yeah, he went to see Sonic off for the night. Something about finding a spot under a tree or somethin’.”

Sonia rolled her eyes, sitting down in her chair. “Right. Because Sonic can’t just sleep like a normal person.”

“Don’t get too grouchy, sis.” Manic grinned over at Sonia. “Not everyone grows up with silk beds, like you did.”

Sonia glared at Manic - beds were not made from silk, and they both knew that. “...You did that on purpose, didn’t you.”

Manic’s grin grew wider, a laugh leaping out from his lips. Sonia rolled her eyes, yet a mouth formed a smile despite herself.

Within the forests, Sonic laid on his back with arms behind his head. The night sky was vibrant, even with Eggman’s distant factories and facilities tainting the view.

“Heeey! Sonic!”

Sonic’s ears twitched at the familiar voice. Sitting upright, he waved at the quickly flying Tails.

“Heya, Tails!” he said, as Tails landed nearby. “Or, should I say ‘Miles?’”

Tails let out an awkward chuckle, rubbing at the back of his head. “Er, heh. Not really, ‘Arthur.’”

“Heh he he. Fair enough,” Sonic stood up, settling his hand on his hip. “You settled in this place fine?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty settled. For the night, at least.” Tails walked over to Sonic, tails doing a slow swish behind him. “I actually wanted to come and check on you.”

“I’m all good. Plenty of places to stargaze, here.” Sonic spread his arms out wide, gesturing all around at the woods nearby. “Just been trying to find the good ones, heh.”

“Uh huh.” Tails narrowed his eyes, arms crossing across his chest. “Not trying to investigate things on your own?”

Sonic shook his head, hand making a waving motion. “Not tonight.”

Tails didn’t drop the accusing stare. Seeing this, Sonic grinned and gave his younger brother a thumbs up. “Don’t worry, that’s a promise.”

Tails kept up the glare for two more seconds, before he relaxed. “Good. We don’t really need any more Labyrinth episodes, now do we?”

“You’re not going to let me live that down, are you?” Sonic said, fighting down the urge to wince at the reminder of that.

“Well, I haven’t told Manic and Sonia about it yet,” Tails shrugged, a hint of mischief to his voice. “So long as you actually take it easy tonight.”

Sonic let out a sigh, leaning onto his leg. “You’ve been hanging out with Manic too much, haven’t you.”

“He he, probably.” Tails rubbed at the back of his head, before he turned serious once again. “Anyways. I should be getting back before it gets too late.”

“Okay. I’ll do a bit more stargazing before I settle down for the night.” Sonic stretched out his arms. “Got my eyes on a couple spots to try out.”

Tails was starting to walk away, but turned back to look over his shoulder at Sonic. “You sure you don’t want to sleep inside, Sonic?”

“I’ll be fine, Tails.” Sonic grinned, giving Tails a thumbs up. “You just get some rest.”

“Okay. Night, Sonic!” Tails waved at Sonic, tails beginning to twirl behind him.

Sonic returned the wave, grin still on his face. “See ya, Tails!”

It was only once Tails took off and was far enough away that Sonic let his smile drop. “Truth be told, I really should find a spot for the night. Got a long day ahead…”

It wasn’t long before Sonic nestled down onto a tree branch for the night. It gave him a good view of the sky between the wisps of smog clouds.

The night sky was beautiful. What he could see of it, that is, through the by-products of Eggman’s lack of care for the world. The hums of desert bugs sounded all around - in fact, they were perhaps the first he'd heard of anything in the nature while in the valley. There was not a single rustle of a lizard darting away, a bird chirping out a song.

As fair as the valley seemed, there was something that felt deeply off about it. And that feeling refused to go away as Sonic tried to turn in.

#Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic Underground #Sonic #StH #Sonic Underground: Last Resort: A Re-telling #Sonia the Hedgehog #Sonia #Manic the Hedgehog #Manic #Miles Tails Prower #Tails

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Lightning In A Bottle chapter 6

The ride share beheading case in Boston had come to a successful end, and although he was sure to text Éclair from time to time while away, Spencer missed her. He took a seat alone in the back of the Jet, pulled up her contact information on his phone, and called her. The line only rang twice before her excited voice blessed his ear.

“Hey Spencer! How’s your work going?” She asked eagerly.

“Uh, good. We’re on our way back home now actually.” Spencer replied trying to keep his voice down and avoid drawing the attention of his fellow teammates.

“Oh! So you caught the bad guy and saved the day? That’s wonderful!” she rejoiced.

“Yeah, so listen, um….I was wondering, once I get back, did you maybe want to go out for a proper date?” he asked timidly.

“Sounds great! Did you have something in mind?” she acquiesced without hesitation. Her eagerness did much to ease his nervousness.

“I hadn’t really settled on one thing yet. I was still deciding between coffee or dinner. Unless there was something you had in mind.”

“ Those both sound good, we could do both if we went to a diner! Maybe even have breakfast for dinner with pancakes or waffles topped with whipped cream and fruit. Or we could go to a movie, and if the movie sucks we could just make out.” Éclair mused playfully. Her bold suggestion of going to the cinema for the almost sole intention of physical intimacy made his cheeks burn among other things. He subtly cleared his throat before speaking again.

“While the second option sounds… appealing… I think for tonight we should go with the first option.” Spencer replied.

“Your probably right.” She chuckled. “As much as I would absolutely love an encore of the other day, now that I’ve mentioned waffles, I’ve really got a hankering for them.”

“Than waffles you shall have.” He decreed while the indelible blush grew a few shades darker. He could hear Éclair squeal with excitement and he took a moment to relish in the sounds of her unabashed glee. “So I’ll pick you up from your place?”

“Sounds great! Text me when your on your way.” She squeaked cheerfully before hanging up.

On the other end of the Jet, the rest of the team quietly discussed Spencer’s less than covert conversation.

“He does realize he’s not fooling anyone here, right?” Rossi asked the group.

“Kid's just lookin for some privacy while he talks to his Honey.” Derek said with a side cocked smirk, displaying his brilliant white teeth.

“ She’s his honey now?” JJ remarked with slight surprise.

“He hasn’t come out and said it but come on. He thought no one saw it but I caught him texting her a few times as we were driving between sites. When has Reid been known to text anyone?” Derek explained to which JJ’s eyes widened and jaw dropped slightly.

“Reid has always kept his personal life very private, and I think it’s best we respect that.” Hotch advised with a hint of reprimand in his voice. “ But it’s nice that he’s finally met someone.”

“I’ll drink to that!” Rossi agreed raising his scotch and the others followed suit raising their own drinks.

Spencer fiddled with the buttons and seams of his long wool coat anxiously as he waited for Éclair to answer the door, but those anxieties quickly melted away with the warmth of her smile as she greeted him. It was clear Yen had a hand in getting her ready but the look suited Éclair’s style well. Her hair was lightly curled, the top portion was tied up in two sections with ribbons like half pigtails and her bells were fed through the ribbons as well. She wore a knee length flowy skirt and a fitted ¾ sleeve off the shoulder shirt. She also wasn’t wearing her usual clunky boots, instead she had on a pair of small dance heels. She grabbed her sweater and quickly slipped out of the house closing the door behind her.

“Alright, let’s get out of here shall we?” she urged grabbing Spencer’s hand.

“let’s, yes.” He managed to choke out. He lead her down to his antiquated Volvo and helped her into the passenger seat.

On the drive to the diner, Spencer told Éclair all about the case he’d just gotten back from and how he and his team tracked down the unsub. Éclair hung on his every word, enthralled by every detail. She wanted to know all about his job, and the more he talked about his coworkers and how they were like family to him, the more she wanted to get to know them too. She urged him to tell her more anecdotes of his relationship with them while over their waffle dinner, to which he obliged.

“I hope to have people like that in my life someday.” She said wistfully. “They sound amazing.”

“ They are,” He agreed . “and I know we’ve only known each other a few days, but some of them already want to meet you.”

“ Really?” She gasped excitedly.

“Yeah, mainly Garcia. She likes to know everything that happens in her friends lives. The others are mostly curious because it’s not often I have any romantic prospects in my life.” He explained as he finished off his meal.

“Mnn! Speaking of,” Éclair began as she worked to quickly swallow the mouthful of berries and whipped cream she had just shoveled in. “ so it seems Tyler and Nikki have some kind of wager going with some of the other staff at the coffee shop.”

“Oh? What about?” Spencer asked worriedly.

“Us. Some of them think we’ll be an item if we’re not already, others think I came on so strong that I probably scared you off.” She divulged, stirring her strawberry milkshake with her straw. Had Spencer still been eating, he would have choked at her words. He guppied for a brief moment as he tried to formulate the best response.

“Well, clearly you haven’t scared me off.” He started slowly, clearing his throat. “As to the first part…umm… is that something you’d be interested in?” Éclair took a long pensive sip of her shake, starring into Spencer’s eyes as she did before replying.

“Part of me kinna already thought of you as such. I know that’s supposed to be something that’s agreed upon, like what’s happening now I guess. I just don’t really understand the whole ‘ it’s complicated/ we’re not putting a label on things yet’ mentality other people have.”

“Oh thank God, it’s not just me.” Spencer half sighed half groaned in relief. “ I mean I understand some people have one night stands and friends with benefits arrangements but this whole dating without dating thing is beyond confusing.”

“I’ve heard the argument of ‘ what if it doesn’t work out?’ you break up obviously. How do you end something you never put a name to? That just makes things more complicated than they already are.” Éclair concurred with Spencer’s sentiments. “How about you? Do you want to make things official as they say?” A smile slowly crept across Spencer’s lips and a light blush dusted his cheeks.

“I’d like that very much.” He replied. Éclair beamed and bounced in her seat joyfully, he bells chiming away as she did.

As they left the diner, Éclair held Spencer’s hand and did a similar skipping dance to the one she did the day they met, like she was being moved by a song only she could hear. Spencer knew all too well how fleeting blissful moments like this can be, so he made sure to commit every detail to memory. The way her hair bounced about her bare shoulders, how her skirt swayed about her in the breeze, even the Pavlovian response he experienced at the sound of her bells.

“Oh! We should take a picture!” Éclair said abruptly turning to face Spencer and colliding into him. “ After all, today is kind of a big deal!”

“Absolutely! This is your first date isn’t it?” Spencer wrapped his arm around her waist and ushered her out of oncoming traffic and back to his car.

“Yup!” She cheered “ That’s why Yen went all out on getting me all dolled up for tonight.”

“Well she did a wonderful job. Let’s not let all that effort go to waste.” Éclair pressed her back against Spencer’s chest and he wrapped both arms around her midsection as she set her phone’s camera to selfie mode and took a picture of the two of them. Once the moment was immortalized digitally on her phone, she reached her hand behind his neck, craned her head back and kissed him. He relished in the sweet taste of strawberries and whipped cream on her tongue as deepened and reciprocated the kiss. Alas the moment of intimacy was cut short when some rowdy passengers in a passing vehicle wolf whistled and yelled out at them to get a room. Éclair was about to confront them but Spencer held her back.

“ It’s OK. This isn’t exactly the best place for this anyway. Let’s get you home, and we can pick this up another time.” He said opening the car door for her.

“Promise?” She pleaded seductively, giving his tie a slight tug towards her.

“ Did I miss your curfew or something? Are you late for you meds?” Spencer chuckled as he helped her into his car and slipped his tie out from her grasp.

“No silly! I took my meds before we left my place. Why do you ask?”

“I guess I’m just not used to this.” Spencer began to grow concerned he may have offended her with his jest.

“What? Having a girlfriend? Or being wanted?” She asked playfully.

“Both I suppose.” He replied in an almost bittersweet tone. “ But I’m sure I’ll adjust quickly.” He added with a wink before closing the car door.

“So the other day I met some people who say they knew me from before I lost my memory, but Lurch thinks I shouldn’t trust them.” Éclair explained as Spencer buckled himself into the driver’s seat and started the car.

“And what do you think? Have they given you reason to doubt them?”

“I don’t know. They seem reluctant to trust anyone, but then again I should be the same way.” Éclair considered her dilemma.

“Well, when we met, you mentioned you tend to have a sense when someone is untrustworthy or wants to harm you. Has that sense ever failed you?” Spencer asked.

“No, but then again I haven’t exactly had much of a chance for it to fail me. Lurch thinks I’m just too trusting because I haven’t felt the sting of betrayal yet, and I would be better off not to put so much blind faith in people.” She answered somewhat woefully. Spencer considered his response carefully.

“ I understand where he’s coming from. The feeling of having your trust violated is painful and something I would never want you to experience yourself. At the same time, having a mindset of trust no one so you’ll never be let down is a lonely way to live.” He said. “In my line of work, I see the worst of humanity, the dark ugly side of people. Our tech analyst Garcia likes to see the good in people. She hates knowing the horrible things we deal with day in and day out. But no matter how much evil my team and I see, and how awful I know people can be, we would never want her to lose that faith in humanity that she has. It reminds us of all the good in the world, and of what we’re protecting when we’re out there.”

“So do you think I should trust them?” She inquired as she reflected on what he’d said.

“I think you should be cautious, but I also think you should give them a chance to earn your trust, rather than assume they are unworthy of it. And if they do in fact know something about your past, wouldn’t you want to hear them out?” Spencer stated. Éclair thought about the advice given to her, considering it carefully.

Spencer walked Éclair up to her door but neither of them were in any rush to part ways.

“ I had a great time tonight. This was a wonderful first date.” Éclair praised as she ran her hands up Spencer’s chest and rested them on his shoulders.

“ Yeah, it was nice to be out with a sweet beautiful woman and not have a gun pointed at me under the table most of the night.” Spencer agreed.

“ That sounds specific. I take it there’s a story there?” She mused.

“There is. It was an undercover operation, and an experience I’d like to avoid repeating.”

“ Well maybe you can tell me all about it on our next date.”

“I like the sound of a ‘next date’” He said as he caressed her cheek.

“Me too. But for us to have a second date we kinna have to wrap up the first one. So how about we end it on high note.” She pulled him toward her so he had her pinned against the door and kissed him with intense vigor, rooting her fingers into his earthy brown hair. If it weren’t for his impeccable memory, he could almost forget she was still dressed as he ran his hands along the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders. He took particular note of how she let out a barely audible whimpering moan as his finger tips grazed along one spot of her neck just below her left ear.

Their sensual exchange was again interrupted, this time by Éclair’s phone going off.

“It’s DD. Probably making sure I’m still going to meet with him tomorrow.” She said looking at the screen.

“Than you should take the call. I’ll let you get to it. Call me if you need me Friday.” Spencer said sweetly, taking a step back “Goodnight Éclair.” Éclair blew him a kiss and mouthed a goodnight as she answered her phone and went into the house.

During the brief walk to his car, Spencer gained an added appreciation for the length of this coat.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer x oc #spencer reid x oc #fanfic

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politesper · 1 year

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LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE.

name: itsuki koizumi

eye color: brown

hair style/color: light brown, a few inches above shoulder length, parted on the right side, bangs that swoop to the left.

height: 5′11″

clothing style: most often you will find me wearing my school uniform during weekdays. though, during weekends and on holidays i try to make it a point to dress nicely. it’s not as if i am trying to catch anyone’s eye or something like that, i simply think that how you dress often reflects your internal state as well. if you think you don’t look your best, you’re not going to feel your best either. ah, but here i am rambling on. back to the original question, i tend to lean towards collared shirts, but it also genuinely depends on the occasion. i do. try to dress appropriately for the occasion, if at all possible. suzumiya-san does tend to drag us places without letting us know where or the reason, so sometimes it’s up to lady luck to determine whether or not my outfit will be fit for the occasion. i suppose color is included in my clothing style too, isn’t it? well, i typically try to stick to more muted colors. whites, grays, creams, and the occasional beige. maybe something black to accent it, but i try not to overstate myself with an abundance of such bold colors. i also enjoy wearing pinks or greens on occasion, but again i try not to wear things that are overly saturated. bright colors like that just don’t suit my demeanor, i’m afraid.

best physical feature: well, i don’t know about my best feature, but i have been told i have a nice smile. i think that sort of thing is very subjective, though.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE.

your fears: i suppose you could say i’m afraid of being left out. i often find myself hearing about escapades the brigade has gone on without me. though it’s probably silly of me to worry about it, so i try not to think about it too much.

your guilty pleasure: well, to have a guilty pleasure would mean i would have to feel bad for having said pleasure. i can’t say there’s any pleasure i have that i should necessarily feel bad about. although i suppose i do find some fun in teasing kyon on occasion, if that counts.

your ambitions for the future: right now i’m simply focusing on graduating high school, finding a good college, and whatever the brigade is up too. it doesn’t do me much good to worry about things beyond that.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS.

your first thoughts waking up: normally, i just want to go back to sleep, but alas i have responsibilities to uphold.

what you think about most: this might be a bit silly to admit, but i most often find myself thinking about my friends in the brigade. what’re they up to right now? how are they feeling? those sorts of things.

what you think about before bed: probably “i wonder how long it’ll be until i have to get up again” haha, no i’m only kidding. i’m usually pretty tired by the time i get to bed, given suzumiya-san tends to give us a workout. not to mention the school work on top of it. so i just find myself grateful to be able to lay down and finally relax after a long day of work.

what you think your best quality is: my best quality? hm... that’s a difficult one for me. sorry, i just can’t say i’m used to boasting about my skills or anything. overall, i think of myself as a fairly average person, so it’s difficult to pick anything that stands out. ah- i suppose that makes it sound like i have low self-esteem. i assure you that isn’t the case. i’m just very content with who i am right now. if i had to pick one thing... i often hear that i’m pleasant to talk to.

WHAT’S BETTER?

single or group dates: i can’t say i’ve been on any dates. the brigade often hangs out together as a group, so that’s what i’m used to. but i believe if i were to go on a romantic date, it would be nice to have some personal time with the person of interest.

to be loved or respected: i would certainly hope that the one who loved me also respected me, can you really say that you’re loved if you are not also given respect? that doesn’t seem right to me. if i had to pick only one, though, i suppose i would rather be loved.

beauty or brains: while it’s difficult not to appreciate beauty, i prefer brains over all.

dogs or cats: i’m more of a dog person, believe it or not. i appreciate their energy, as well as their loyalty. they truly make wonderful companions.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU…

lie: lie? well, it would be a lie to say i didn’t. i think it’s only human to lie now and again. i’m not endorsing lying or anything, i think it’s very important to have open and honest communication. especially with those you’re close to. but i don’t think anyone can say they have never lied. and i cannot promise i won’t lie in the future, although i try to avoid doing so to the best of my ability.

believe in yourself: i feel like i have to, at this point.

believe in love: i do believe in love, although i think everyone defines love a little differently. at the end of the day, though, if so many people have claimed to have been in love or fallen in love, it surely can’t be a coincidence. whether you see it in a more colorful lens or perhaps in a more scientific manner, at the end of the day that doesn’t change the experiences of so many people around us. maybe one day i will get to know what it is like to be in love, but i’m in no rush.

want someone: i can’t say i do at the moment, sorry to disappoint.

LAYER SIX: EVER…

been on stage: i have, yes! i performed in a play during our school’s cultural festival during freshman year. i had a lot of fun, but remembering all the lines was a hassle. i’m not sure if live theatre is for me.

done drugs: haha, what a strange thing to ask. i can’t say i have.

changed who you were to fit in: i think everyone does this on a subconscious level. picking up little mannerisms from those around you in order to “fit in” better. but i can’t say i’ve ever gone out of my way to change who i was completely in order to fit in with a group.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES.

favorite color: violet.

favorite animal: i have a soft spot for our avian friends.

favorite movie: i have a strange feeling that if i say anything other than “the adventures of mikuru asahina episode 00″ i may be struck down.

favorite game: chess.

LAYER EIGHT: AGE.

day your next birthday will be: may 4th.

how old will you be: it’s strange, i supposedly turned 18 last year and yet i will be turning 18 again this year. it is almost as if i am stuck in a stasis in which i am perpetually stuck as a 17 year-old until... something happens. i have a feeling i know what might be responsible.

age you lost your virginity: i think that’s a rather invasive question.

does age matter: if age didn’t matter, i doubt we would keep track of it.

LAYER NINE: IN A PERSON.

best personality: someone energetic and outgoing, not afraid to speak their mind.

best eye color: hm... if i had to pick, brown.

best hair color: i also have a soft spot for brown hair, coincidentally, haha.

best thing to do with a partner: perhaps something relaxing? a quiet night in, or a walk in the park. not to say i don’t enjoy more energetic activities, but it is nice to take it easy every now and then.

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE.

i love: the sos brigade

i feel: content

i hide: nothing :)

i miss: being able to take a break

i wish: there was nothing to worry about.

Tagged by: @brigadeleadxr Tagging: YOU

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“ don’t touch me. ” / from sloan!

As few of words as they were, the pain in their eyes was crystal clear. The eyes of someone who had the entire world against them, afraid to accept any help, let alone ask for it. Rumor had it that's how they've always been. The Anomalous.

Rumors of The Anomalous and their betrayal of the faith were passed around the cult from time to time, fervid opinions and cursed scorns being the sole context Nicholas recollected of whatever the situation may have been. He had no interest in who did what, who said what. Having not chosen this life, Nicholas only wondered how someone could go about taking the reigns to escape such a horrible fate, even have the gall to merely think about it. Escaping from the Eye of Michael is not an easy feat. Those housed by the Eye were bound to the life of a short leash, physically restrained and mentally kneaded if their loyalty to Master Knives was at question, deemed shaken and imperfect. Those who coursed off the path of the faith were taken care of accordingly. Say for the special case lying in their own blood before The Undertaker's feet. This was Sloan Bates, The Anomalous, no doubt about it.

All around them was a very, very baffling lack of context. Dried blood caked their nose, freshly oozed from their ears, and their clothes tethered and torn. To the man's knowledge, he was the only Eye dispatched to this region of Gunsmoke. His objective was of another — this now being an extra few pounds on his already excruciatingly heavy work load. Of course he couldn't just leave them here. Nicholas had no personal vendetta toward them. Someone he had never met, a circumstance he had no right to have an opinion on. He kept his head down and did his job, showing little to no emotion toward anyone in the cult, uncaring of who did what, but if this person went to great lengths to escape, knowing well of what Master Knives is capable of... it must have been for good reason.

The man rolls his eyes at their detest, an agitated hiss through his teeth in response. ❝ Yeah, yeah. You can take care of yourself too, I bet. Look at you. ❞ After his final, savory puff of his cigarette, Nicholas tossed it aside, its fading flame providing the tiniest source of light in the dead of the night until it was completely emitted, swallowed by sand.

❝ Cool it, Bates. Not in the mood for your squallin'. ❞ Without giving Sloan the chance to reject, Nicholas had already swung them over his broad shoulder. Night had fallen, making it impossible to set a destination. He knew that anywhere was better than here ( a blood splattered sand hill out in the wide, wide open ), so he began to take off without giving it much thought. They would find refuge eventually.

3 4 5 sentences † Accepting.

#† scriptures ─‎ ‎‎replies.#strywoven #† likeness ─‎ ‎‎maximum.#/ hey hey! I hope this is alright ;; I love your oc!!#/ lmk if I need to reworkd anything ^ ^b

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teezadastore · 1 year

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His Butler, Ladies?

Kuro_Midnight

Summary:

A mischievous angel plays a trick on Ciel and Sebastian with some...interesting results...

Chapter 1: His Butler, A Maid?

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Ciel slumped in his chair and sighed exhaustedly. He rested on his hand and smiled happily, thinking of his fiancée. He may not quite understand some of the more feminine things about her like clothing or being made to care or so many other things that women do or are made to do. Sebastian entered the room and he asked, “Sebastian?” and Sebastian came to his side. “Yes, my lord?” Sebastian asked and Ciel wondered, “Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be a woman or…” Ciel searched for the right word, “…female, in your case?” Sebastian looked a little confused and responded, “Not really, my lord. It isn’t a thought that often crosses my mind.” Ciel gave a disgruntled hum and dwelled in his thoughts a little more before asking, “Did you spend a lot of time around females when you were in Hell?” and Sebastian simply responded, “No matter where I am, I prefer to be alone, my lord.” and Ciel nodded, still deep in thought. After a while, he stretched and yawned and said, “Sebastian, I’m going to bed.” and the butler smiled and said, “I’ll be with you shortly, master.”

Ciel’s eyes opened slowly and he sat up in bed. ‘That’s strange…why hasn’t Sebastian come to wake me up yet?’ he wondered and stretched. He listened to the hallway but couldn’t hear anyone coming. Ciel sighed to himself and thought, ‘What on earth is that demon up to?!’ He went to find out for himself. He grabbed his eyepatch and tied it around his head and…wait. “Do I have…more hair?” Ciel meant to ask but was confused when he heard a slightly higher voice. He ran his hands through his hair, which now reached over his shoulders and asked, “Just what is going on-?!” and covered his mouth. ‘Why does my voice sound different?!’ He ran to the mirror and gasped in shock at what he saw. It was not his normal self, but a blue haired girl with long lashes and a petite frame that stared back at him and she gave a shocked shout and felt her face while looking at herself in the mirror. “Where’s Sebastian?!” she asked aloud and ran to the servants’ quarters to look for him.

She ran past Tanaka who did a double take at the girl and called after her. Soon, she arrived at the servants’ quarters and knocked urgently at Sebastian’s door. “Sebastian!” she called nervously, and the door opened just enough that she could see who was on the other side. “Not you as well!” the girl whined as she saw a tall lady with pyjamas on that clearly were too tight for her in…several regions, waist length black hair and gloves that no longer fit her more feminine hands on. “Young master?” she asked, and she had a deep and smooth voice. “What happened to us?!” asked Ciel and Sebastian answered, “I’ve been trying to figure that out for myself…” Just then, Mey-Rin came down the hall and said blankly, “You have the same problem too.” Ciel nodded, looking embarrassed and Mey-Rin sighed and walked up to them. “So, where do we go from here?” she asked them and Ciel looked down at her clothes, “Well, because we are now women, we’re going to need new clothes. So, could you send for Nina?” she asked, and Mey-Rin nodded and hurried off to do so. “Young master!” Tanaka called and Ciel turned around. “I know this is all very strange, but you must both eat before anything else.” Ciel nodded and Sebastian sighed, and they were handed plates of food to eat. Once Tanaka left, Ciel turned to Sebastian and told her, “Now I know you don’t want to be seen like this, but we have to go to the drawing room to wait for Nina.” and the lady sighed and reluctantly stepped out of her room and followed her mistress to the drawing room.

Chapter 2: His Butler, With Miss Nina

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“Good morning everyo-oh, Mey-Rin! I wasn’t expecting you to answer the door!” Nina smiled as she stepped into the manor. “Good morning, Nina.” Mey-Rin said and smiled at the woman. “So, something urgent for the young lord and Mr. Stiff, was it?” Nina asked as she was led to the drawing room. “Well…you best see for yourself.” said Mey-Rin as she opened the door. Nina looked confused and asked, “Who are these ladies?” and Mey-Rin told her, “Master and Sebastian.” Nina stepped towards them to have a closer look as Mey-Rin shut the door and Ciel blushed slightly under her intense gaze. “You have become women? How did this happen?” she asked, and Sebastian said, “We don’t know, my lady. We intend to find out once we have some suitable clothes.” Nina hummed and straightened herself up and tore off her coat and held a tape measure in both hands, “I’m going to need to add some measurements to my notes before this!” she announced and Ciel backed away slightly and Sebastian frowned nervously. “Ah, don’t worry! This’ll be over in a jiffy!” she assured them and started with Ciel, first measuring her waist and then her chest and then doing the same to Sebastian.

“Well, I hate to say it, young lady, but the new additions to your measurements has thrown your perfection out of order.” Nina mumbled and Ciel covered her new chest self-consciously, “But you, Sebastian~” she said and suddenly had her finger on Sebastian’s shoulder, “Your body is perfect in every way~.” Sebastian shot a visibly uncomfortable look at Ciel who looked worried for her as Nina giggled flirtatiously at her. “Oh! Oh!” she suddenly lit up. “You’ve hit me with inspiration, Sebastian!” and they both looked even more nervous now. “I did say just maid’s clothes, Lady Nina.” she reminded her, and Nina frowned momentarily and spat, “I guess you’re still Mr. Stiff after all.” but then lit up again, “It’ll just be one dress! You’d do good to wear something other than black!” she called as she left the room, but promptly came back, “I’ll contact a friend of mine who does women’s underwear. She’ll no doubt have something for both of you!” she called and disappeared once more. The two ladies waited until she left and then let out anguished sighs, “That woman is unstoppable once she gets and idea.” Sebastian sighed and Ciel agreed, “You don’t have to tell me about that.” Sebastian and Ciel stood in front of a mirror with an eager Nina at their side, inspecting themselves. “I’m pleased with the maid’s clothes, Lady Nina. Thank you.” Sebastian said and Ciel hummed, “I like this red dress. It’s a nice alternative to blue.” and Nina smiled happily, “I’m always happy to help!” and then looked at Sebastian with an eager and flirty smile on her face and she backed away slightly, “Now, Sebastian, try on this dress~” she told her, and Sebastian actually looked a little scared but swallowed and said, “Alright, my lady.”

After Nina had left, Ciel realised it was already late and sighed. “I think that today, I just want to eat and go to bed.” she told Sebastian who sympathetically agreed, “I feel the same, master.” and Ciel yawned. “We’ll try and figure this out tomorrow.” she said, and Tanaka knocked at the door. “Young master, your dinner is ready.” he said and Ciel went to have her dinner.

Chapter 3: His Butler, Spirited

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“What things will happen today, I wonder?” sighed Ciel and Sebastian assured her, “Surely nothing worse than normal, young master.” and they both paused as they heard someone running down the hall and what sounded like Mey-Rin telling them to stop. “Oh no!” Ciel cried and Sebastian mumbled, “You don’t think that that’s-” The doors to the room were thrown open and Elizabeth cried, “Ciel! Oh, how I just couldn’t stand to be-what?!” Elizabeth looked from Ciel to Sebastian and back to Ciel. “Hello…Elizabeth…” Ciel greeted nervously and Mey-Rin told her, “Lady Midford, I tried to-!” and Elizabeth’s hand shot out, silencing Mey-Rin. Her hair hid her face as she looked once again between the girls and she strode up to Ciel. “Who are you?” she asked very pointedly and Ciel shrunk a bit and said, “Lizzy, it’s me, Ciel!” and she tilted her head to one side. “Ciel?” she asked, and Sebastian told her, “Master and I have been turned into women, my lady. I am sorry that this has caused confusion.” Elizabeth stared at Ciel and Ciel stared back, blushing a little. “Ciel!” Elizabeth suddenly cried and embraced her tightly. “Lizzy!” Ciel sputtered and she pulled back, allowing Ciel to stand up. “You’re a girl?!” she asked and Ciel said, “We don’t exactly know how this happened.” Elizabeth turned to look at Sebastian. “And Sebastian too.” she mumbled and turned back to Ciel, smiling, “You make a really cute girl, Ciel.” she said and a pink blush rose across Ciel’s cheeks and Elizabeth smiled even more and added, “Especially when you blush.” and Ciel began to turn red and mumbled, “Thank…you…”

Elizabeth held Ciel’s hand and explained, “I just wanted to come over to see you again after what fun we had two days ago but…” Ciel smiled a little and said, “Some things have changed, obviously.” Elizabeth then gasped and her eyes sparkled with an excited smile on her face but then she looked unsure of herself. “What’s the matter, Lizzy?” Ciel asked and she mumbled, “It’s just…because you are a girl now, I wanted to play dress up with you but…I don’t know how you’d feel about wearing a dress and I can’t invite you over because Mother is surely going to be upset about this…” Ciel gave a look that asked ‘What do you think?’ to Sebastian and she nodded so Ciel affirmed, “Then…I’ll play with you, Lizzy.” Elizabeth cheered joyfully and asked, “Could you prepare a carriage for me then? I need to go home and collect my things!” and Sebastian said, “At once, my lady.”

Sometime later, Elizabeth returned and dragged Ciel upstairs to the room that was made up for her. Ciel saw a large brown trunk near the mirror and wondered just how many things that Elizabeth had managed to fit in there for her. “I brought over clothes for me and you to wear together. You don’t look that different from me, so I’m sure they’ll fit you!” she said and Ciel walked over to where she was standing, near the trunk. She opened the lid and laid out various pretty dresses, shoes and accessories over the bed. “You like blue, right?” Elizabeth asked and Ciel nodded. “I have just the thing!” She proclaimed and showed Ciel a teal silk ball gown with round sleeves and the skirt hitched up to reveal a white under skirt underneath. “It looks lovely.” Ciel said, now unsure about wearing a dress in front of her fiancée. ‘I didn’t expect Lizzy to own a dress like this.’ she thought, and Elizabeth said, “I’ll wear this!” and took out an ankle-length patterned light blue dress with long sleeves with white lace at the end. Elizabeth blushed a little and mumbled, “U-Um…since…you’re still you…could you…” Ciel blushed as she understood and said, “O-Of course!” and took her shoes into another room with her dress. “Mey-Rin?” Ciel looked for the maid a little and found her shortly afterwards. “Yes, my lord?” she asked and Ciel blushed. “Could you help me with a dress Lizzy wants me to put on?” she mumbled, and Mey-Rin smiled, in an almost motherly sort of way and said, “Of course, my lord.”

“Kyaa! Ciel, you look so cute!” Elizabeth squealed and hugged her fiancé. “Y-Yes, you too, Lizzy!” Ciel stuttered and blushed. “But you’re not done yet! We have to do accessories next!” She told her. “Now, sit here.” she said and pulled the chair out from the dressing table and had her sit in it. Elizabeth took her hair ribbons out and began to brush her hair carefully. ‘This feels quite nice,’ Ciel thought, ‘It’s relaxing and makes me feel close to Lizzy, somehow.’ Elizabeth then took a hairpiece and fashioned Ciel’s hair into a neat bun and put a familiar-looking teal dragonfly hairclip into her fringe. “All done!” she said and Ciel inspected her hair, curiously, noticing the hairclip. “Wait, isn’t this-!” Elizabeth interrupted, “Mother’s? Yes, but I snuck into her room and took it a few weeks ago when I went for tea at Roberta’s house.” “Oh.” Ciel affirmed and Elizabeth laughed as Ciel let her sit down at the mirror herself to take her hair down and brush it straight, “She kept on saying how grown-up my outfit made me look. I wore my green and light blue outfit that day.” She got up and turned to the bed, picking up some accessories and fixing a white choker around Ciel’s neck, giving him two long white gloves to put on and a gold bracelet with light green jewels in it. She then put in two pearl earrings and a blue Alice band with a blue ribbon with a miniature of roses in the centre. “What do you think?” Elizabeth asked, holding out her skirt and Ciel smiled and told her, “You look very beautiful, Lizzy.” Elizabeth blushed and bowed her head, smiling happily at the praise and asked, “Shall we go downstairs?” and Ciel nodded and took her hand, leading her out of the room.

“Would you like some tea?” asked Sebastian and Ciel and Elizabeth nodded and held out their cups, which she filled. Ciel and Elizabeth were in the garden, seated on a red and white checked blanket with sandwiches, small cakes and pastries laid out in the centre of the blanket on various plates and two matching china plates with their snacks on. Elizabeth sipped her tea and giggled happily to herself. “What’s the matter, Elizabeth?” Ciel asked and she sighed lightly, with a far-off look in her eyes. “It just brings back memories, having picnics with a girl friend of mine…” She reached out for Ciel’s hand and took it, making her blush slightly. “I’m really enjoying spending time with you like this, Ciel.” she said and moved closer to her. Ciel looked away and stammered, “Really?” turning a little pink and Elizabeth nodded and closed her eyes, putting her hands on her face. Ciel couldn’t help but smile back as they sat in silence and Elizabeth opened her eyes to look into Ciel’s. They parted after a while and Elizabeth picked up her plate and said, “I do hope you can get back to normal, though.” and Ciel hummed in agreement. “I’m going to have an awful lot to explain if it takes a while for me and Sebastian to change back.” Elizabeth giggled a little but then looked concerned. “And what of us if you’re a girl? It’s not allowed, right?” Ciel suddenly looked a lot more apprehensive and mumbled, “That’s true. We don’t want to be seen as something disgusting. And it’d cause a huge scandal for both families.” They both looked to the side sadly, clearly disliking the idea. “Well, I’m confident you’ll find some way to turn back!” Elizabeth told Ciel, cheerily and she smiled and said, “I think so too, Lizzy.”

Chapter 4: His Butler, Wondering

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Sebastian was washing and putting away dishes in the kitchen as Bard prepared dinner nearby. He looked over his shoulder at Sebastian, studying her as she dried the dishes and set them to one side. A small flush appeared on his cheeks as he looked at the lady. ‘’Sebastian makes a really beautiful lady, without a doubt.’ he thought and turned his attention back to the dish he was making. He sighed and worried a little and thought that he’d talk about this with the other servants later. “Bard.” he jumped as he heard Sebastian’s voice and turned to see her looking at him. “Y-Yes sir?” he asked, and she turned around, saying, “Don’t act so preoccupied when you’re cooking. That’s just asking for something to go awry.” Bard huffed unhappily and mumbled, “It’s your new body that’s preoccupying me in the first place.” Sebastian looked over her shoulder with an icy glare and asked, “Excuse me…?” and Bard shivered and exclaimed, “Nothing!” Sebastian hummed to herself questioningly but let him get on with preparing tea. ‘He’s been acting strange ever since my young master and I got ourselves into this predicament.’ Sebastian thought and went to continue with the dishes.

“Are you gonna tell us why we’re all here now, Bard?” Finny questioned and Snake said, “‘I’m ever so curious as to why we’re here!’ says Keates.” Bard looked to one side and then tentatively asked, “Am I the only one who has been noticing Sebastian’s new body quite a lot?” Snake suddenly blurted out, “‘I think that this is quite the fetching look for Sebastian~.’ s-says Keates. ‘Keates! Don’t say that sort of thing!’ says Wilde and Emily…” The pale man blushed and everyone else stared at him, questioningly while his snakes hissed aggressively at each other. “Well I, um, I do suppose that Mr Sebastian does look quite pretty as a lady…” mumbled Finny and Mey-Rin nodded silently. “It’s just…It’s really confusing me since, you know, Sebastian as we know him is a man and all.” The three others nodded in agreement. “‘But I’m supposed to be the alluring and exotic lady of this house!’ says Emily.” Snake whined and Mey-Rin stepped forward and assured the snake. “You still are, Emily. Anyway, the young master, and Sebastian himself are quite eager to get this fixed as soon as possible, so it’s only temporary.” Snake giggled and replied, “‘Thank you, Mey-Rin.’ says Emily.” and smiled happily. Mey-Rin sat down on the floor and sighed, “Though, I have been enjoying helping the young master and helping them both with their hair over the past few days… I’m going to miss doing another lady’s hair…” Finny offered, “You can do my hair if you want.” and Mey-Rin laughed and told him, “Thanks, Finny, but your hair is different from a woman’s.” Snake told her, “‘I’m afraid myself and Emily don’t have hair, but if I did, I would like you to brush it for me.’ says Brontë. Mey-Rin smiled happily at the small black snake.

Chapter 5: His Butler, Seeking Assistance

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“I really dread the idea of how they’ll react to seeing us like this…but if anyone knows anything about this strange predicament, it’s them…” mumbled Ciel. She sighed deeply as the carriage stopped and Sebastian stepped out and reminded herself to curtsy to Ciel. “After you, my lady.” Sebastian said, with an almost mischievous edge as Ciel blushed lightly. They walked to the shop together and opened the door with the familiar bell signalling their arrival. “Afternoon, my ladies.” Eden spoke from the shop’s desk where she had some paperwork and a pen in an ink bottle on top of it. ‘So, it appears that Mrs Eden is literate. Huh.’ Ciel thought to himself and Sebastian greeted, “Hello there, my lady.” Eden laughed a little and told her, “No need to be so formal, ma’am. You can call me Eden.” Sebastian looked confused momentarily but then put two and two together and realised, ‘She must not recognise us.’ Eden hummed and looked at Ciel and then asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, have we met, young miss? You seem familiar.” Ciel hesitated a little and then told her, “I am Ciel Phantomhive, Mrs Eden.” Eden looked suddenly quite wildly confused and Ciel continued, “This is Sebastian. We’ve both been turned into girls and we were hoping that you would know something about why and how to reverse it.” Eden hummed and asked, “May I see your left hand?” and Ciel cautiously rose her hand. Eden seemed to inspect the family rings carefully on the young lady’s hand and then said, “I…haven’t heard of anything like this before, my lord. Would you both mind coming into our home at all?” Ciel and Sebastian glanced at each other suspiciously. “What do you think, my lord?” Sebastian whispered and Ciel mumbled, “I don’t know…I’ve never seen their family home before…” He hummed a little to himself before addressing Eden and saying. “No, we wouldn’t mind. Please, lead the way.” Eden nodded and told them to come through the dark curtain that separated the front of the shop from the back of it.

“Well, this sort of already is our home but you’ve only ever seen the front.” she explained and Ciel nodded, curious about what the home of such a family would look like. There was a small room in the back with a wash-basin, a mirror and a small pile of toys in the corner. They came to a locked door which Eden unlocked with a key. There was another door near the wall, leading downstairs and a set of stairs going up. “Anastasia!” Eden called up and a muffled “What is it?!” was heard from upstairs. “I would like the young Earl and Sebastian to come upstairs! Can I bring them up?!” she asked, and Anastasia clearly fumbled for a second before replying, “Just wait a second, okay?!” and running off. A little bit of time passed before Anastasia said, “You can come up now!” and Eden turned and nodded before leading them upstairs. Ciel and Sebastian went up into a living space which had a kitchen on the far right, a dining table next to the kitchen, a bookshelf near a door on the left, two grey settees, a wooden coffee table and a toy box against the far wall. Anastasia was instantly startled by their appearances and Xander, who was playing with Camilla near the toy box looked surprised too, “I…see why you brought them up here, Mother.” he spoke, and Eden asked, “Could you bring your father up here, please. They want to speak to him.” Xander nodded and disappeared downstairs. “Come and sit here.” Eden said, inviting them to sit on one grey settee. Ciel nodded and sat down with Sebastian. “Would you like any tea?” Eden asked and Ciel replied, “If you have some I like, it won’t hurt.” Ciel said and Sebastian added, “I would love some tea, but I would like it if you’d let me help, Lady Eden.” Eden smiled and huffed, telling him, “You may do all of this in your home, but I’d quite like it if you let me handle this.” Sebastian nodded and replied, “As you wish, my lady.” and sat back down. “You’re refused by this family every time you offer them help and yet, you always ask.” Ciel observed and Sebastian simply replied, “It’s the polite thing for a servant to do, is it not, my lord?”

Max poked his head around the bedroom door and gasped as he noticed the guests and closed it quickly. He soon reappeared again and greeted the master and servant. “Hello there! My name’s Max. What’s your name?” Sebastian tensed slightly and informed him, “Young man…we’ve already met…” Max looked confused and exclaimed, “Huuuh? When was that?” and Ciel said, “We are Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian.” Max seemed to be the least concerned about their looks and simply said, “Alright.” and went to play with Camilla. “Here’s your tea.” Eden said and they both took the tea, thanking her. Eden sat beside them while Anastasia did chores, but they could feel her eyes on them as she worked behind them.

“Young Earl! I heard you were invited into our home!” they heard and Ciel couldn’t help but tense up slightly at the sound of Undertaker’s voice. “Sweetheart come over here! You’ll be able to see the Earl’s problem if you do.” Eden called and he rounded the sofa and looked quite shocked at Ciel and Sebastian’s appearance. Ciel looked away and blushed as she felt everyone’s eyes on her appearance. “I…don’t quite know how this happened, nor do I know how to fix it. I thought if anyone knew how to help me, it’d be you.” She said and looked at Undertaker, who appeared to be sombrely entranced by her looks. “Well, I don’t know if this is what happened for sure, but I can give you a way which may return you to normal if you give me a second.” Anastasia mumbled and Sebastian said, “You can get whatever you need as long as it will heal young master and me.” Anastasia nodded and rushed downstairs. “Father?” Xander tried gently and tapped him on the shoulder and he startled slightly. Ciel looked questioningly at him and asked, “Are you quite alright, Undertaker?” Undertaker sighed slightly and said, “Apologies, my lord. You just…happened to remind me of somebody else in your current appearance.” A sudden brief silence fell over the family, interrupted by Anastasia’s footsteps.

She ran up to the group and said, “Okay…if you find any suspicious feeling white feathers, soak them with this mixture and burn it to ashes. It will smell pretty bad, so bare that in mind, but if my feeling on this is correct, the following day you shall be cured of this peculiar curse.” Ciel and Sebastian nodded and Ciel said, “We will try this and come back to you if it doesn’t work. Now, let’s go Sebastian.” Ciel and Sebastian got up and prepared to leave. “Thank you for having us.” She told them and looked to see the family looking as if they wanted to say something. Ciel looked puzzled but left anyway in hopes of them finding the solution to this problem.

Chapter 6: His Butler, Valuing Normality

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“Excuse me, Mister Sebastian!” Mey-Rin called, and she turned around to see her with Snake with Emily having a white feather in her mouth. “Wilde has something to say to you.” Sebastian looked at Snake and said, “What is it?” Snake took the feather and held it out and said, “‘This feather feels odd, not like a bird’s feather. You said you were looking for suspicious white feathers so when Emily found this, I wanted to take it to you.’ Says Wilde.” Sebastian took the feather and said, “Thank you, Wilde. You’ve been a great help today.” She went outside and soaked the feather in the liquid given to her by Anastasia and lit it on fire until it burnt to ashes as instructed. To her surprise, the remains scattered to the winds instantaneously, but she thought nothing of it, hoping her ailment would be cured soon.

Ciel woke up the next day and yawned. He fastened his eyepatch over his eye as usual and gasped. His hair was back to its normal length and his voice was lower. “I’m back to normal!” he said and never felt quite so comfortable in his body as he did in that moment. The regular knock on his door came through and he smiled and said, “Come in!” Sebastian, also back to normal, came in with his breakfast, some Pain Au Chocolat. “I’m glad to see that you have healed, sir.” He said and Ciel mused, “So, Anastasia’s cure worked after all. She’s much more savvy than she appears.” He ate his breakfast as normal and Sebastian asked, “Will you write a letter to Lady Anastasia thanking her for her help?” Ciel said, “Yes, I will. That girl is much more valuable to us than I anticipated. I may not visit them for a while as they seemed put off by my appearance. I cant help but wonder why…” He got off of the bed and went downstairs to work with Sebastian following close behind.

#black butler fanfiction

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